Hi there, I’m Sarah. I’m a 40-year-old mom, married to my best friend Thomas, and together we have three wonderful kids who keep our days full of noise, love, and laughter.
We currently live in Chicago, I want to tell you a little story about how this blog, The Delectable Feast, came to life. It all started way back in 2012, though the seeds were planted long before that.
I grew up in a house where the kitchen was the heart of everything. My mom would cook big meals that brought the whole family together, and my dad always believed that good food could solve almost any problem. I can still remember the smell of fresh bread baking on Saturday mornings, the sound of pots bubbling on the stove, and the way our tiny dining table always seemed to fit one more chair when a neighbor stopped by.
When I became a mom myself, I wanted my kids to have the same kind of memories. I wanted them to remember not just the food, but the feeling of love that came with it the way a simple meal could turn into something special.
The Early Years
By the time I married Thomas, I had a little notebook filled with recipes I had collected, some from my mom, some from friends, and some I had scribbled down late at night after trying something new. Thomas, bless his heart, was always my supporter. He didn’t complain when the chicken came out too dry or when the pie crust crumbled apart. Instead, he smiled and said, “This one’s a keeper,” or “Maybe add a little more butter next time.”
Why I Started the Blog in 2012?
In 2012, when my youngest was still a toddler, I found myself craving something that was just mine. Don’t get me wrong, I loved being a mom. But in the middle of diaper changes, I wanted a place where I could share the things I loved like recipes, little home ideas, and the joys of everyday living.
One night, after the kids went to bed, I sat at the kitchen table with my laptop and thought, Why not start a blog? At that time, blogs were just starting to feel like a big thing, but I didn’t care about being trendy. I just wanted a place to write, to share, and maybe (just maybe) to connect with other moms who felt the same way.
That’s how The Delectable Feast was born. The name came to me because I didn’t just want it to be about food. I wanted it to be about life, a feast of moments.
The First Posts
Those first blog posts were simple. I remember one of the very first recipes I shared: a homemade banana bread that my oldest loved to help make. The pictures were grainy, taken with an old camera, and the writing wasn’t perfect. But it was honest.
Slowly, people started to read. At first, it was just friends and family. Then strangers began to leave comments, saying things like, “I made this for my kids, and they loved it!” or “This reminds me of my grandmother’s recipe.” That’s when I knew this blog wasn’t just mine anymore, it belonged to everyone who came here to find a little piece of comfort.
Finding My Voice
Over the years, this blog has grown right along with my family. I’ve shared meals we eat on busy weeknights, cozy desserts for snowy Chicago evenings, and little glimpses of our backyard garden in the summer.
Like the time my middle child begged me to make a chocolate cake “bigger than his head,” or when Thomas and I tried to grill in the backyard during a rainstorm (spoiler: it didn’t end well). These moments are messy, imperfect, and completely real. And that’s what I want this blog to be.
What The Delectable Feast Means to Me?
For me, The Delectable Feast is more than recipes or pretty pictures. It’s a reminder that life itself is a feast. It’s made up of sweet moments, and sometimes even a few spills and stains along the way.
When I look back, I’m so glad I pressed “publish” on that very first post in 2012. This blog has become a scrapbook of sorts, a place where I can look back and see not just the dishes we ate, but the life we lived while eating them.
Now, more than a decade later, I’m still here, still writing, still cooking. My kids are growing faster than I can keep up with, and Thomas is still by my side, still saying, “Maybe add a little more butter next time.” Chicago is still home, and our kitchen is still the heart of it all.
If you’ve found your way here, I hope you feel welcome. I hope you find a recipe that makes your family smile, a story that makes you nod in recognition, or an idea that sparks joy in your own home.
With love,
Sarah