Welcome to sockbox10.com!
My name is Rose, and I find inspiration in the foods families love and the stories behind them. I hope you find Sock Box 10 a great place to find that next recipe to make or just to visit. I’m glad you’re here!
I’ve always thought it would be fun to own a little diner with a big open grill. I can just envision myself standing by a grill cooking food for my customers and at the same time chatting it up about the local news and world events. For me, sockbox10.com is pretty close to this picture. I get to share not only my favorite family recipes but recipes from people I know and love. I’m creating an online community that appreciates not only great recipes but a little back story that is sure to include tradition. And just like a diner, it’s fun to create and share recipes that follow the seasons and the stories that accompany them.
My cooking and time in the kitchen started long ago. Yes, I cooked my way through the Brownie and Girl Scout badges, but it’s my mom who I attribute the continued cooking adventures. She never discouraged my time in the kitchen; in fact, she relied a lot on me to start supper with a phone call around 4 pm to peel and start the potatoes. The lessons learned in the kitchen had nothing to do with gourmet dinners and perfectly set tables; it was all about confidence. You see, I’m on the lower end of a bunch of kids. 10 to be exact. I’m number 8, and during this time in the kitchen, there were still five of us living at home. The top half were either married or in college. To me, helping in the kitchen during my grade school and high days are priceless memories. In my post, The Story Behind The Box , I talk about the number 10 and how the name sockbox10 originated.
The Hard Road
I thought I would explain the word ‘hard road’ that appears in my tag line because it might be new to you. I equate hard road with ‘main drag.’ Years ago in rural areas, these terms were used when someone asked for directions. The hard road was the road that was paved and usually the center of town. So, before the days of MapQuest and a GPS system, these terms were always used as a point of reference. Here’s a side note. My hometown currently has 4,000 residents and while growing up that number was 2,000. It wasn’t unusual for us to run up to the hard road when we heard the fire trucks to see what direction they were headed. Just an example of small town living. You gotta love it!
Outside of college, 3 1/2 years away because of a job and 14 years living 7 miles south of town – this is home. I feel fortunate to be living in this small town where I was born and raised and just like the tag line reads, I do live one block off the hard road. You won’t believe this, but I also grew up one block off the hard road, just on the opposite side of town.
I guess you could say the baking I’ve done over the years has given me the courage and the desire to enter the blogosphere. I do have a creative side, (I just know it’s there somewhere), I love to take pictures of food, and there is so much about community and people’s stories that I think is worth sharing. My post, The Gift That Started It All explains how my love for bread baking was born.
Some of My Loves
People gathered around a table eating, talking, reminiscing, my faith and family, feeding people, holidays and spontaneous dance parties. Oh, and I need to mention that I use the word L-O-V-E a lot…a whole bunch!
Meet the Fam
Boyfriend (BF, Husband) and I have three grown children. I believe in my heart that my kids have an appreciation for the small town they were raised in, and that experience is a big part of the adults they are becoming. LOVE them!
Thanks so much for checking out my About Page. I hope you’ll consider signing up for the newsletter and receive updates on new posts and a few extras. I’d hate for you to miss out on a recipe or story.
Thanks for stopping by, Rose