Dear Readers,

Thank you for your patience.  I am officially starting my blog back as of today.  Many of you may know that my Father, Henry Moomau, passed away.  It has been a very hard past couple of months dealing with everything.  But it is time to begin again.

My Father was about 50% of the reason why I am a foodie.  My Father loved to dine out, there was a twinkle in his eye when he thought about going to get something to eat.  And he loved to share the experience.  He would share tasting menus with me, part of his filet mignon, any bite that I might want of something he was eating, he gave me.  He always had dessert.  And he always enjoyed food be it a humble sausage biscuit at the Irvington Farmer’s Market or a meal at NOLA in NOLA.

My Father also taught me to go big or go home: if you want something you have to go for it, all the way.  Work hard, play hard, love hard.  If you are going to throw a dinner party- throw a great dinner party. If you want eat out, eat out well.  If you want to succeed- do it.

He had impeccable manners and expected the utmost in civility from his children.  He had Southern charm to pair with those manners, that helped him garner the respect of many.  I am so grateful that I learned that civility from a young age, it has carried me through life well.  I know that every action towards every person counts.

My Father taught me a lot.  And there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of him.  He wasn’t a perfect man, but he was a good man.  And he loved life dearly, so readers- Love life dearly!

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