Ashley Terrell
Bio
Bestselling author. Entrepreneur. Seasonings and spices saved my life. Where sheep and angels share the same color. Newport News, VA. Conqueror and lover of all things Fine Arts.
Stories (100/0)
Oh My, It's Okra!
I've known very little about okra. I remember working the kitchen line and having to slice okra for our appetizer menu. I didn't like the slimy texture, nor the seeds inside of the oblong form. The stringy film with every julienne cut convinced me okra wouldn't be one of my favorite foods to eat.
By Ashley Terrell22 days ago in Feast
Sentiments From Cinnamon
I remember waking up on Sunday mornings to prepare breakfast for my family. I always seemed excited to get up before everyone else because I knew when I cooked, my parents and my brother will rise to the smell of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and cinnamon-spiced apples.
By Ashley Terrell25 days ago in Feast
Catch The Facts About Cactus
I remember the first time I came across cactus on a menu. I was working at a Guatemalan restaurant when I noticed a vegetable similar to a bell pepper being sauteed on a sizzling flat top with minced garlic, lemon juice, and a pinch of seasoning.
By Ashley Terrell2 months ago in Feast
Herbs For Beauty
Growing up, my mom had difficulty understanding my hair type. My mother had silky, lengthy hair adaptable to many styles. My hair resembled an unsolved mystery. My hair became longer in grade school. The longer my hair became, I struggled with maintaining moisture and proper hair care practices.
By Ashley Terrell3 months ago in Blush
Nice To Meet You, Tofu...
I remember my first night working for a new restaurant in my hometown. To be honest, I was surprised there was a new restaurant premiering on one of the busiest streets of downtown Portsmouth, Virginia. Downtown Portsmouth was known to have multi-cultural restaurants along High Street, so I was shocked there was room for one more.
By Ashley Terrell3 months ago in Feast
Get Close With Quinoa
One day, a friend invited me over for dinner. He didn't tell me what was on the menu nor did we prepare the meal together. As the time approached the reveal of the meal, I noticed I didn't smell anything cooking. I didn't see any pots and pans in the sink or dish rack to presume he prepared and cooked the meal at home.
By Ashley Terrell3 months ago in Feast
