Hello, and welcome. I’m Kathryn. My grandkids call me YayYay.
Today I’m a part-time granny nanny, for the sheer love and joy of taking care of my youngest granddaughter.
For years, I was support staff–secretary, legal secretary, administrative assistant. You know–the one who gets to the office early, works through lunch and leaves late, making sure everything is ready for the big presentation tomorrow, that the reports get done, grammar checked, tables and figures all properly labeled.
From there I branched out to staffing coordinator, where I read hundreds of resumes a week and hired and placed thousands over the course of several years. What a joy it was to match a job seeker who was a little down on their luck with a company who needed her or his skills and experience.
Moving on up, I had a blast as the program coordinator of a university space grant, and finally, at my last job, managing inventory for a wonderful little company that specialized in the best high quality recycled paper in the world.
That’s where I met the man who would change my cooking life forever. I put it all down to my last boss, James. He’s the one who helped me discover my inner foodie, forever telling me about the delicious meal he’d served his family the night before. He and his wife shared all the household chores, and took turns cooking.
His dishes sounded so quick, so flavorful, and so easy to make, that I started trying them, on the fly. James, I’ll love you to my dying day for showing me how much fun it is to cook with fresh, whole ingredients.
How about you, reading this? Do you have someone like that in your life? Someone who, just being himself or herself, sparked an interest in you that you never imagined you might enjoy?
Today, I’d rather be in the kitchen than almost anywhere except with my sweetheart of nearly three decades and my children and grandchildren. Bring them all into the kitchen with me, and I’m in heaven right here on this mortal plane.
You might be wondering how I got that funny name, YayYay
The way lots of folks get odd names–from a child just learning to speak. Our second oldest grandchild, gave me mine. Each morning, as I entered her family’s home, I’d find her bouncing on her daddy’s knee. They’d both look up in glee, she clapping her hands, and her father shouting, “Yay! Granny’s here! Yay!” Raising her arms to me, the little one parroted the two easiest words, “Yay! Yay!” Eventually, all the grandkids called me YayYay and do to this day.
Won’t you introduce yourself?
Now that you know a little about me, I’d love to learn a little about you. Are you a parent or grandparent? What do your wee ones call you? Did you choose it, or did one of them choose it for you?
Not to overwhelm you with questions, but I invite you also to share how you found this site–through a recipe, or a link to one of my articles? Were you searching for something in particular–and did you find it? If you write about food-related subjects, or, well, just about anything, I’d love to hear a little about your work, too.
Come on in to my kitchen. Sit down. Have a cup of tea and a homemade whole wheat scone. Hit that comment button and tell me a little about yourself, won’t you?