My grandparents had a small farm in Portland, Oregon. There were pigs way out back, a huge veggie garden, luscious cherry trees, and best of all, the berry patch with raspberries, boysenberries, and blackberries!! The summer nights with aunts, uncles, and cousins sitting in Grandma and Grandpa's back yard eating ice cream with fresh picked berries are of my favorite memories.
My grandparent's also had a house on the Oregon coast right on the ocean in Gleneden Beach. It was my favorite place in the world to explore...and eat!! We would go "surf fishing" with Grandpa and catch ocean perch. My parents, aunts & uncles would go clam digging early in the morning. There was a fish cleaning sink right inside the back door where literally hundreds of fish were cleaned and taken into the kitchen where grandma would fry them up.
My grandparents had a steady stream of visitors both at the beach house and in their house in Portland. Everyone loved my grandma's cooking and at some point she was given a wooden routered sign that hung above her kitchen sink at the beach house. The sign said, "Fat House".
So, there began my love of food and cooking for friends and family!
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