WELCOME TO THE CULINARY CROSSOVER!
I’m Karin and I’m so happy that you’ve discovered my blog. I believe that everyone can make delicious food if they have the desire and some basic tools. I develop my recipes with a five fundamentals in mind:
- The ingredients are simple to find
- The food is easy to make
- The ingredients are budget-friendly
- The process is relatively quick
- The final dish is Delicious!
I started my blog in June 2016 because I felt the need to share my recipes and my cooking path. And, I wanted a vehicle to challenge myself to learn more about food and to continue to develop as a cook. It wasn’t an initial plan, but I began writing about my travels and funny stuff that rattles around in my brain! These stories have resonated with many of my readers, so there will be more to come.
I chose the name “The Culinary Crossover” because I didn’t start out in life with a developed background in the kitchen. I “crossed over” from serving some pretty awful food (blech!) into an experienced cook with knowledge, instinct and confidence. I always had the interest and desire for cooking but didn’t master it early in life because I was busy building a career and being a single Mom. For the past 25 years I have buried myself in the kitchen, learning and growing. And, I’ve amassed an awesome arsenal of kitchen tools and favorite do-dads. It’s my woman cave 🙂
AS A YOUNG COOK
One of my early cooking memories is the time I tried to surprise my Mother by making deviled eggs for her. The problem was, there wasn’t anyone home except me (the rule was that an adult had to be present if I wanted to cook). I thought if I made something delicious for my Mom, that she would overlook the broken rule. I put an entire dozen eggs in a pan of water and boiled. When I THOUGHT they were done (I don’t recall having any criteria other than “feeling” like they were done), I broke the first one open….under cooked. I broke the second one open….under cooked. Then the third. Well, I ended up throwing the entire dozen in the garbage. Now, not only was I going to get in trouble for cooking when Mom wasn’t home, but for wasting twelve eggs. When my Mom came home, I fessed up right away. She quickly reprimanded me for cooking when she wasn’t home. I showed her the garbage can and she said “Why didn’t you just keep cooking them?” Duh, Karin!!! Lesson learned. These days, I’m not so sure I can explain how to cook a perfect hard-boiled egg, but I can certainly make one merely by instinct. This is ONE of the things I’ve mastered by learning by my mistakes.
My daughter endured some pretty terrible food failures on my part. That’s her on the right, my granddaughter in the middle and me getting sprayed by the fountain at Love Park in Philly! I often made microwaved cheese crisp and added sliced hot dogs for the “protein” portion of the meal. She loved it, but as a proper nutritious meal it failed miserably. I tried to be more creative and started looking up recipes. I made chipped beef on toast (there’s a reason they call it “shit on a shingle”!), corned beef and cabbage, which was one of my Mothers specialties, and spaghetti. Who could mess up spaghetti? Still no meals on any level that communicated “I’m a cook”. Then, I discovered Martha Stewart! I watched her cooking shows every weekend and began to really understand HOW to cook, and more importantly the chemistry of cooking. Not only that, I learned how to paint a dresser and make a proper bed! She was my personal icon for great food! Thank you Martha!
I started my life in the mortgage banking industry when fixed rate loans were 14%. After ten years in this business, I was abruptly pushed out as a result of the Savings and Loan crisis, as were many of my friends. This was when the Residential Trust Corporation was formed to process loans, so if you weren’t a loan processor or closer, you were jobless. A group of us would meet on Thursdays at the Chart House in Scottsdale to talk about any open jobs or the career changes that most of us were making. Subsequently, I moved to Maui and opened a massage therapy business. What a great time in my life! I spent much of my time on the beach which wasn’t a bad gig. My business was doing fabulous. I had so many referral clients from doctors, chiropractors and naturopaths that I could barely keep up. I created this business only on work comp and no fault insurance clients rather than tourists. This was a great strategy barring any catastrophes and allowed me to bill insurance companies directly. I had also been in negotiations with the Lahaini Marriott to run their spa. Well, I was put out of business in one day by Hurricane Iniki because all the Hawaiian insurance companies went bankrupt as a result of excessive hurricane claims. So, back to the mainland I went to redefine myself once again. I eventually graduated from Arizona State University with a Bachelors of Science in Civil/Environmental Engineering at the age of 39. I worked as a water/wastewater engineer ( also known as a “turd herder”) designing systems for treatment plants.
I’ve had a varied life and I am thankful for it. I’ve learned so much about business and myself that can never be taught in any class. All the while passionately pursuing my cooking path. I hope my stories (The Peanut Butter Cookie Story), life, travels (I Refuse to Sleep on top of an Outhouse) and recipes (Panko Crusted Asian Salmon) resonate with you in a way that will invite you to come back here again and again.
I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU!
My hope is that you will love my food and laugh out loud at my stories. Comments? Ideas? I would love you the share them with me! Have you tried a recipe and enjoyed it? Or, had a full-belly laugh at a story I wrote? Connecting with you is what makes my blogging life spectacular. Say “hello” to me on Twitter – I’ll respond. Visit me on Facebook and share a recipe or story with me and my other readers. Follow my recipe posts on Pinterest where I not only post my recipes, but have a collection of other recipes you might enjoy. You can always email me directly at theculinarycrossover[at]gmail[dot]com. Give me a shout!