A Letter from LuLu

Dear Friends,

            This is not your basic “how to” cookbook. I like to think of it more as a visit to my kitchen.  You’re sitting at the counter as I vigorously chop vegetables and loudly tell stories with a sometimes annoying drawl.  We’re drinking some iced tea or something stronger, in which case, I tend to get louder and my drawl gets crazy lazy.  Good music is playing in the background, and I mean good songs with melodies and lyrics that rip out your heart or make you feel like a princess, like Frank Sinatra, Jackson Brown or Seal (not that devil music that sounds like a lot of scratchy screaming and passes sometimes for a song).  There is plenty of laughter bouncing off the walls as tree frogs squirm across a picture window overlooking the bucolic river.  Pick any random day; that is where you can find me, cooking up a storm and talking up a blue streak with family and friends around the stove.