Dahlias were one of my mother’s favorite flowers. She used to rave about the small field of Dahlias my dad grows in his front yard. When I think of her, I think of the way she took care of everyone around her. She was a welcoming host, a provider of food, and a mother to many (in addition to her own 4 children). It’s appropriate that I name this blog after something she loved so dearly, as Dahlias are a representation of the beauty she was and is in my memory.
Dahlia Kitchen 