Today is my baby boy’s 30th birthday.
I don’t know how it is possible that I am old enough to have a 30-year-old child. Life is one, big goofy trip.
I had a rough pregnancy and he was 9 weeks premature. After he was born, I only got to hold him for a minute before they whisked him off to a NICU isolette. In that minute, I fell irretrievably in love with him.
Suffice it to say that Chef Boy ‘R Mine is the love of my life.
He has turned into a marvelous man and an exceptional chef – I honestly don’t know how it was that we were surprised by his decision to become a chef. The evidence was there all those years ago.
Happy Birthday, Punkin’, I love you.
W. Va. Fur and Root 
My congrats to the chef and to his mama as well!
didn’t he used to have a food blog? seems like I followed it for awhile and then he quit blogging????? or did I make that up? happy birthday Chef.