Hello America!

POSTED IN Uncategorized January 4, 2012

Hello America!!! I am Chef Blythe Beck, and I am on a mission!! I am a lover of food, family, people, sharing, and traditions. This country is steeped in rich culture, long standing traditions, and food that tells the stories of our families. It tells us where we came from, what we believe in, and what we get to pass on to the next generation. Food is such a blessing not just for sustenance but it feeds our souls, and instills pride in our families and tells the stories of our lives. I don’t just think of myself as a chef but rather a culinary preservationist. I want to hear your stories, taste your food, cook with you, and sit down as a family and honor your traditions. Every person, every family, every country has stories that need to be honored, told, and shared. Your food is your story…and I want to hear them all!!! This website is for you!! This is home base…we can connect! We can connect on Facebook, Twitter, or you can email me directly. We can exchange recipes with each other and I can help with culinary crisis and questions. I want us to talk food, family, fun!!! I heart you and I can’t wait to connect with you!!! Let the sharing begin!!!


  1. Shannon N. says:

    Dear Chef Beck,

    I just watched your “Show Me Your America” video, and almost from word one I was flooded with memories and tears immediately filled my eyes. I will tell you why.

    My mother, who died in 2005, was a magical cook, like your mom. Although everything she made was a wonder, the one thing everyone asked for time and time again was her chicken and sausage gumbo.

    When Mom died, she took her “recipe” with her. I had resigned myself to never enjoying a gumbo like hers ever again. (As I am sure you know, as a southerner, that each gumbo carries the “stamp” of the cook who makes it. No two are alike.) I wouldn’t have even dreamed of trying to duplicate what she had done.

    Then, a couple of years ago, when I started to see the light in my son’s eyes when I cooked him something that he thought was delicious, and was the same light I am sure my mother saw in our eyes, I had a change of heart. I would do what I could to make my mother’s gumbo, or at least come as close as I could to that magic.

    So, drawing upon memories, conferring with my siblings, reading recipe after recipe for gumbo, I embarked upon my mission. The first one I made was okay, but just wasn’t “hers.” So I made it again. And again. And again.

    Each time I made it, it was almost like I could hear my mom’s voice in my head giving me tips like “No, you’re gonna need more onion than that” or “Too much garlic!” I took these tips to the next time, and before I knew it, I was making almost exactly her recipe.

    I think the magic ingredient that my mother added, and that shone through so strongly everytime we ate it, was her motherlove. I know that probably sounds corny to some people (I think *you* get it) and while my gumbo now, to me, doesn’t taste exactly like MY mother’s, it tastes exactly to my sons like THEIR mother’s.

    And so the torch is passed. I make gumbo for my husband, and my boys, and my siblings whenever I get the chance, and I am transported back to a time when, on a wintry cold West Texas day, we would be thrilled to hear my mom say “Who wants gumbo for dinner?” Of course it was a unanimous and resounding “WE DO!!!”

    The only difference is now, I see it from my mother’s perspective, and feel the joy that she felt in feeding her family something delicious and nourishing, steeped in family history and always something to look forward to.

    And when I make it, I love hearing her voice in my head again. I miss her so much.

    Thank you for reading. I’ve been a fan of yours for a long time and have still not had the chance to eat your cooking, but it is for sure on my bucket list.

    Shannon N.