Paul James "PJ" Metzger Sr. & Minette "Munchy" I've learned that memories rarely come back all at once. They arrive in pieces. Sometimes it's a familiar smell. Sometimes it's hearing an old song. And sometimes, it's something as simple as seeing a bowl of potato salad sitting next to a platter of food at a family barbecue. In an instant, I'm no longer standing in my backyard. I'm back on summer vacation, traveling with my family, visiting relatives, laughing around picnic tab

Growing up in a family of thirteen kids, food was never just food. It was part of everyday life. Some of my earliest memories involve cooking with my mom in our kitchen in Fort Lauderdale. We had an old blender with frayed wires that would occasionally shock us while using it. Somehow we kept making desserts anyway. My dad also had a connection to food long before I did. He worked with his Dad in his butcher shop and grocery stores. He worked in food service in the Army, spen