Recipes

My adventure in cooking began when I got married and with very little foundation. Yet it quickly became one of my favorite ways to love and build my family. I hail from the great state of Louisiana but now reside in Ontario, Canada. My recipes reflect that journey.

Most of my mother's favorite recipes were lost. Yellowing newspaper clippings kept in a large tin meant to hold bread. Posted here is the beginnings of my attempt to create an archive of recipes that will last. I have so much hope for future generations.

Questions, comments and suggestions welcome. Enjoy!
~ Kalanna


Whether a kitchen is very modern or very humble, people there lovingly and joyfully transform, transubstantiate the raw products of God's Earth into food to feed their brothers and sisters.

~ Catherine Doherty

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