Why’s Words and Ramen

Thanks for your incredible patience in sticking around and forgiving my failure to take you along for the ride as I figure things out. With the sakura season among us, I figured it a great time to to pick up sorta where we left off. My birthday came last month and so did my brother….

Cutting Edge: Prepping for “Chopped”

Tomorrow’s the day. The name of the game is Chopped. The object of the game is to not be Chopped: mystery basket cooking competition:3 courses, 4 mystery ingredients, and at least 70 minutes of intense cooking. We’ll start with 4 cooks, but only one will be named Chopped Champion! Am I nervous? Not yet. It’s…

More Than a Cook

Memorial Day, the day we pay tribute to our fallen heroes. I admit, joining the Navy for me was result of no heroic ambition. I recognize the smallest risk associated with the commitment to military service but it’s not my desire to be a Navy SEAL. That said, I have a greater appreciation who have…

What Words: a Mother’s Day Nibble

Many mothers wish to hold their babies as the cute, cuddly creatures they gave birth to. “You’ll always be my baby.” This Mother’s Day, I’m giving my Mommy that younger me with a heart of appreciation.

Medium Raw: A Talk with Tony (Bourdain)

My dreams were made for living. I ‘ve sought the guidance of those that already enjoy the privilege of calling the life I desire to live their job.  I’ve found the easiest way to communicate my intentions with a conversation like the one below: “Know who Anthony Bourdain is? Ever heard of him?” “Yeah! The…

Hold My Noodles: Never Give Up

I am sitting here trying to finish posting my second post about what’s so different about Japan, but I didn’t want to give it to you without the pictures and I’m having trouble uploading them. I did manage to get this one up. It’s a picture of my sister and I alongside some inspirational figures…

Left Behind: Pancake Breakfast

I didn’t abandon you or my Soul Food Tour of Japan.  One of the greatest paradoxes of life is that death is part of life. Tomorrow is promised to none of us. My dad, Robert Flowers, passed away two weeks ago, but he left his family behind with more than funeral arrangements. He left us…