I’m from the America’s high five state, Michigan. So far I’ve lived there nearly all of my life… except when I went to Italy for 4 months to work on a farm, and that time I spent 6 months and a bitterly cold winter in a West Virginia holler on another farm. Most common phrase I’ve heard in the last year: “Well… you don’t LOOK like a pig farmer.” I grew up next to a capital city, in a university town, and somehow ended up loving farm life and growing things. Learning to cook, and loving to learn.
I’m an east coast guy who ended up out here in the Rocky Mountains for a job in advertising. For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved working with food and have spent a good deal of time working on a farm learning how to do all kinds of goodness; butchery, charcuterie and how to plow a field with horses. Food and Cocktails are my escape and sanity, along with my wise ass nature and mischievous dogs.