Evil Chef Mom

Do want to know how Evil Chef Mom came about? It's really boring, trust me, go find something else to do. Cleaning your oven would be much more exciting than this. If you have nothing better to do and you don't want to clean your oven then, by all means, keep reading.

I don't have many great memories of my biological father. No, he's not dead, he's just not nice. The best thing I can say about him is he's a great cook and he passed that skill on to me. Its funny how your greatest passions and the things that wound you are always intertwined.

The first thing I learned how to cook was french toast... on a boat. Yup, you read that right, my dad use to live on a boat. Learning how to cook in a small galley (boat speak for a kitchen, but you knew that already) was interesting. You really have to be prepared because there isn't a lot of space, so a good mise en place is a must. You have to be careful because even when the boat is in a berth it can and will rock. That is so much fun when your chopping, pulling something out of the oven, or frying something. Rock-A-Bye baby all over the place. And we won't even talk about fire. On a boat. In the middle of nowhere. Needless to say, I fell in love with cooking.

At 18, in high school, I was pregnant with Katie, sous chef #1. I had her 27 days after graduation. Can you imagine seeing someone waddling up the aisle to get their diploma in an ugly brown graduation gown? Me neither. At least my water didn't break at the ceremony! After I gave birth to Katie, I wanted to get back to school. I still had a love of cooking so I thought about culinary school. I talked to people at California Culinary Academy but realized a commute to the Bay Area and 16 hour days were not conducive to being a good mom. For a while, I was depressed because things weren't going to go according to plan. But I rolled with the punches, got a job, and met the man, Rich, my husband.

We promptly had three more kids, Andrew, Will, and Nancy. Now ages 12, 11, and 9 respectively. I was psycho to have kids so close together. I would never wish it on my worst enemy. After Nancy was potty trained, Rich and I celebrated with a bottle of champagne and toasted to having "No More Diapers!"

This brings me to why my blog is called Evil Chef Mom. Anybody who has three or more kids tends to run their household like a military general, a prison warden or a kitchen. Take your pick but either way someone is not happy. Because of that I am sometimes called momster or mominator, you know like The Terminator. Aren't my kids clever? *rolling my eyes as I type* In their eyes being a momster is being mean and that turns into being evil. Being evil and loving to cook and forcing them to help me cook turns into...............