My parents noticed my knack for stubbornness from an early age. So, in my dad’s true fashion, he started calling me The Mule. Despite my incredibly gentle nature, I have never been afraid to stick my ground — whether it was sticking up for the kid being bullied in school or refusing to put away the ice cream machine after my parents told me to do so.

Thankfully, for my husband’s sake, my mule-ness has softened as I’ve aged. I no longer need to win every argument. I greatly admire anyone who can teach me that I’m wrong if that means I’m learning — no — this does not include critiquing my cooking. Just kidding. Critiquing my cooking is welcomed, too, and actually very much appreciated.

As for a little information about me.. I’ve loved the art of cooking and baking for as long as I can remember. I reference the word art because my approach to creating dishes is precisely that: artistic. I’ve never enjoyed using recipes, but instead have always found pure enjoyment in the chaotic experiment of cooking and baking. It’s a constant risk of having the recipe turn out delicious or a complete failure. And way too often, I spend more time researching the background of the dish or cuisine I am about to make than the time it takes to actually cook or bake it.

Combine this innate sense of curiosity, a knack for eating, a love for storytelling, and a passion to make an absolute disaster in the kitchen while cooking anything, and you have Muleta: a digital cookbook that maybe, just maybe will be transferred to paper if I ever find the courage to do so.

Welcome, friends. Hooves down & eat up.