Hello. My name is Megan and I love food! I love everything about it. The way that it makes the whole room smell. The way that it tastes as the first bite hits your tongue. The way that it can trigger a memory of a loved one. The way it makes you feel. Food can be more than just a meal when prepared well. It’s an experience.

My passion for food began at a young age but didn’t fully develop until after I was married to the love of my life. My husband also loves food, especially pasta. He claims he has an honorary citizenship to Italy due to all of his pasta intake. I swear he bleeds marinara! Of course when he married me I thought I could cook. However, as I soon found out, pasta can be overcooked, Tuna Helper wasn’t gourmet, and there’s only so much canned soup one can eat. So naturally we began to eat out a lot. Then, God turned our lives upside down (for the better!) and called my husband to the ministry as a youth pastor. We moved from a very populated area outside of Baltimore, MD to a town of 800 people in Missouri. We said goodbye to our favorite restaurants and any extra money to eat out, and we returned to Hamburger Helper and Kraft Mac and Cheese. It only took a couple months for our taste buds to crave more, and so my cooking adventure began!

I began scouring the internet and long abandoned cookbooks for recipes and cooking techniques. I read reviews. I read blogs. Basically I read anything that could teach me how to make the food I loved while staying on a budget. I started with one recipe, then expanded to two. Before I knew it, my husband preferred to eat at home and so did I.  He claimed I was systematically ruining his favorite restaurants.

Tens years, and two kids later, our lives did another 180. We decided to sell everything we owned, move into a 5th wheel trailer, and travel the United States while homeschooling our two little girls. As if learning how to cook in a much smaller kitchen with little appliances and on a tighter budget wasn’t enough of a challenge, my body decided it can no longer handle any wheat. That’s right. This pasta loving, bread eating family is now learning how to adapt to a gluten free Momma. To say I was a hot mess is an understatement. I went through denial, anger, sadness, and depression within in a few short months. It was rough for a long time. What got me through it was a very loving and supportive family that gently reminded me how much I love to cook. They encouraged me to take my old recipes and find ways to make them gluten free. They gave me grace when it didn’t turn out exactly the way it used to, and they reassured me that its okay to try new things. Four years later, I have a stack of recipes that I’ve converted to be gluten free. But this time, instead of keeping them to myself, I want to share my recipes and my heart with others that might be struggling through the same thing I went through. I know what it’s like to look in your kitchen and think, “Is there anything in here that I can even eat!?” The answer is yes, or at least there can be. It can be done on a budget, in a tiny space, with a busy schedule, with limited appliances and it can still taste good. We just have to take a deep breath, have some faith, and essentially… cook.