Growing up, my mother was the cook in the family. Every night she would make multiple dishes from scratch and we would always sit down and eat together as a family. The last night of our stay in Taos, Mr. Charlestown Culinary and I had dinner with my parents much like during my childhood. This time though, my meal at home was slightly different. This time, the kitchen I walked into - the one smelling of homemade chicken noodle soup, had Dad Culinary in an apron and behind the stove. Fortunately, a camera was at hand. Dad Culinary's homemade chicken noodle soup with crusty artisan bread.
P.S. 'Hello' to all of my Charlestown readers. Thank you for your support. I had no idea my little blog would ever be 'all the rage'.