With gratitude, I remember the many hours my mother allowed me to be her kitchen companion. I learned the most basic of all foundations from her: buy as fresh as you can get.
This meant most of our vegetables were grown in our own terraced gardens, or from the farms that encircled our small town of Columbus, Indiana. Our meat was, most often, from Bush's Market -- a farm-run stand with the freshly butchered bounty of hogs, beef and chickens.
I've always followed my mother's freshness rule, and I admire those who do so, as well.
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