For decades, I’ve cooked to celebrate, to comfort, to heal, and to gather. The recipes in this book come from all over—my family, my travels, the vineyards I love—but each one carries a story.
Each one says, “Come in. Sit down. You’re welcome here.”
Whether you’re looking to rekindle your love for hosting, learn how to pair wine with weeknight dinners, or simply bring more meaning to mealtime—this book was written with you in mind.
It’s not about impressing anyone. It’s about gathering with intention, cooking with confidence, and creating beauty with what you already have.
80+ elevated but approachable recipes
Southern comfort, Italian staples, and a few Nordic surprises
Menus for real gatherings
Like A Sparkling Evening for Two and Tailgate Sunday
Wine pairings from Texas Hill Country vineyards
Featuring local wineries that welcomed me in
Stories of healing, homecoming, and hospitality
Because meals become memories, and food becomes love
Photography that makes it all feel doable
No matching napkins required
I’ve wanted to write this cookbook since I became a mother more than 35 years ago.
A few years ago, while my husband and I were in Italy attending a cooking school—a dream long held close—our home in Texas was struck by lightning. In under an hour, it burned to the ground.
We lost everything. Including more than forty years of handwritten recipes passed down through generations.
What happened next was nothing short of grace.
Friends, neighbors, and our church family wrapped us in love.
With their help, we made a makeshift kitchen inside a 550-square-foot cinder block hunting cabin on our land. We added a Crock-Pot, an induction burner, a toaster oven, and a vintage French farm table—and I started to cook again.
That’s where this book was born.
I’ve wanted to write this cookbook since I became a mother more than 35 years ago.
A few years ago, while my husband and I were in Italy attending a cooking school—a dream long held close—our home in Texas was struck by lightning. In under an hour, it burned to the ground.
We lost everything. Including more than forty years of handwritten recipes passed down through generations.
What happened next was nothing short of grace.
Friends, neighbors, and our church family wrapped us in love.
With their help, we made a makeshift kitchen inside a 550-square-foot cinder block hunting cabin on our land. We added a Crock-Pot, an induction burner, a toaster oven, and a vintage French farm table—and I started to cook again.
That’s where this book was born.
Hospitality runs through my veins. It’s how I love people.
I’ve been feeding others for decades—at winery dinners, in borrowed kitchens, and most recently, from a little cabin on the land we love. That kitchen didn’t come with walls or an oven. But it came with community, grit, and more than a few good meals.
The Vineyard Table is a love letter:
To the women who shaped me, the land that steadied me, and the table that brought me home.
It’s also a guide for anyone ready to gather again, to host without pressure, and to find beauty in the simple things.
Julia Child once said, “People who love to eat are always the best people.”
I like to think she’d be proud of what’s on these pages—not just the food, but the fellowship.