Behind great meals are great cooks. We all know them. Some of them are mothers and fathers, some of them are grandmothers and great aunts, some of them are spouses, and still others are the neighbors down the road. Great cooks come from every corner of the world with a common bond; they remember and they want to pass on their recipes.

We remember the smells of holiday dinners at grandma’s house; we remember the first formal dinner we attended with “grown-ups”; we remember the comfort of a home-cooked dinner when nowhere near home; we remember the FAMILY and the importance of coming together; and we remember the happiness, and the wisdom, and the consoling shared at gatherings. Great cooks have solved the world’s problems over a pot of soup.

Great cooks have the need to pass this on. Pick up any cookbook authored by a local church or organization and you will find hundreds of thousands of recipes written by mothers, aunts, and neighbors and behind every recipe is a story. We may not see it at first, but if you read between the lines, you can see life unfolding. Was the recipe written by an immigrant? Was the recipe influenced by the chaos of war and rationing? Was the recipe a happy accident or perhaps the recipe was just how it was told to them by an older, wiser friend? Regardless, dinner and dining is not about going through the motions and providing something to eat. It is about sharing, remembering, and passing it on.

Our kitchen comes from a long line of great cooks . . . from the Black Forest of Bavaria, the hills of Slovakia, the coasts of the Baltic Sea and the Orient. We blend cultures of the Mediterranean and Central America, along with island nations and local delicacies in our pots and pans.
Our kitchen only works with fresh ingredients. We do not conform to the “heat and eat” world. We know how to do the “dance” in our kitchen to be able to share with you and your guests a dining experience worth remembering and to encourage you to pass it on as well.

We thank those great cooks who have come before us—those names next to old recipes and the contributors in faded newsprint. Thanks to all the grandmas, bushas, babbas, aunts, mothers, fathers, friends and neighbors. Thanks to the Sasaks, the Sklodowskis, the Koesels, the Loesers, the Sekareks, the Hinckleys, the Kims, the Glovers, the Surniaks, the Weavers, the Wrubels, the Skladanys, and the Wojanis’.

If you are about family, friends, food, good wishes, companionship, and a time to remember, you’re in the right kitchen.