I’ve been here, there, and everywhere in the community teaching cooking classes and delivering healthy food presentations. Now I want to bring my passion for food and cooking right to you in the comfort of your home. Instead of going out, invite your friends or gather your family for a prep.cook.eat Party! A prep.cook.eat Party is a fun way to learn and share new recipes and simple cooking techniques.
Cooking can be a delicious, fun social event. Take a look-see at Paola’s Friday Girls’ Night themed party!
Paola and I at the grocery store
The lovely hostess, Paola
The crowd
A nice mix of friends, professional women and mother’s (an insurance agent, lawyer, interpreter, educator, and a upcoming star) coming together for an evening of fun and looking for new Outside of the Box recipes.
The experience
Let me tell you…These Latina women know their way around the kitchen. Since they all cook at home regularly after our introductions and a little chit-chat we started right in prepping and cooking.
Ivonne hand-chopping the Simple Slaw
Myrna mincing ginger
Ivonne & Myrna prep, prep, prepping
Mother (Rosalba) & Daughter (Saylem)
Delicious, fun
Tasting
Ready to serve
The table’s set
It’s time to enjoy the meal
This was a wonderful evening full of laughter, good food, and good times.
Chrisetta Mosley
I am a product – and now a survivor – of childhood obesity. As a child, my family always told me that my extra weight was merely baby fat and I’d eventually grow out of it. I never did. Instead, my childhood is filled with memories of not being able to ride a bike, flattening its training wheels from being over the recommended weight, and avoiding P.E. classes by any means necessary. For years, I wore my fatness like a wounded soldier wears a Purple Heart - with pride. I owned the look. I dressed it up. I worked the room. There wasn't a skinny girl who intimidated me. I made sure my hair was laid just right. Nails polished. Outfits coordinated to the tee. Accessories to compliment every outfit. But everyone has a breaking point, and mine came in the spring of 2004 when I tipped the scale at nearly 400 pounds 388 to be exact. I was MISERABLE trapped inside of that body. I no longer wore my Purple Heart with pride. Rather, I was ashamed and frightened. Ashamed that I had allowed food to become my everything – frightened I would die because of it. Drastic times called for drastic measures... Today, I’m bound and determined to live a better, healthier, active lifestyle. I realize I’m no longer a passenger in my life, I’m the driver. I’m overcoming my inhibitions and I’m slowly but surely saying farewell to my old childhood nemesis, obesity. For once and for all, Farewell Fatso!