Kyla Rose grew up in a small town (that still has no traffic lights) in the most loveliest state of MAINE, where the forests are friendly, the roadkill abundant, and people have very strong feelings about what does and does not belong in clam chowdah.
As a youngster she loved going to the beach, avoiding every possible sport, memorizing the lyrics to Les Miserables, and reading lots and lots of books. It wasn’t until she got married to a very tall, very handsome, very hungry man that cooking became a big part of her life. The quick realization that a constantly famished manperson needed regular feeding had her scurrying off. First to the library to take out every possible cookbook – and then armed with the knowledge only a good book can provide – unto the kitchen. There she quickly and happily realized that it was her favorite place to be.
For the first few years of marriage they traveled as volunteers in Central and South America, spending the majority of that time in Guatemala. This only made her more food-obsessed. Untamed markets rampant with the smell of ripest mangoes, as well as the heads of sheep and cattle slaughtered that morning on the stands of butcher tables (to prove meat was fresh, obv.), made food all the more real and vibrant. Rural living also demanded if you wanted bread, you had to make it yourself.
Kyla and Husband have currently settled back in New England where they live in a sunny brick building with a hedgehog named Gus. She can be found working as a Respiratory Therapist, re-watching any and all BBC programs, and still, forever in the kitchen.