When I started cooking my little ones where tiny, my husband and I were hungry and often tired. All I wanted to do was make something to feed our souls at the end of a long day. I found the little ones would eat a little pasta, a few olives, some chicken and red peppers. I discovered I could open a bottle of wine and make a green salad and we were all happy. Frozen pizza and nuggets were often on the menu, but I learned to move toward the fresh ingredients. With every step I gained confidence. I have a tiny kitchen. I didn’t have gourmet grocery stores near, but I grew my own basil and tomatoes and I began to experiment. It was worth it then, and remains so today. I hope my cookbook Real Food for Real People, will inspire other people to do the same. Blessings and love to all.