Hi, I’m Evelyn Miller, and if you’ve landed on this little corner of the internet, welcome—truly. I’m so happy you’re here.

I was born and raised in a small town just outside Asheville, North Carolina, where the seasons still mark time and Sunday dinners are sacred. I’m 36 now, a wife, a mom of two messy and magnificent kids, and the woman behind Taste of Family. But before this blog, before the kitchen became my canvas, I was just a girl who stood on a stool beside her grandmother, elbow-deep in biscuit dough and wonder.

Cooking didn’t start as a passion. It started as a language—my family’s way of loving each other. We didn’t say “I love you” every day. We made peach cobbler in July, pot roast in December, and cornbread just because someone had a rough week. The kitchen was always warm, sometimes loud, and always forgiving. I didn’t realize it at the time, but those simple, everyday meals were my first lessons in care, creativity, and patience.

Fast forward to my twenties—I was juggling jobs, chasing little ones, and clinging to coffee. In the middle of all that beautiful chaos, I found myself craving something grounding. So I started cooking again, first out of necessity, then out of sheer curiosity. I failed a lot (burned a lasagna so bad I had to throw away the pan), but with every flopped dessert or too-salty soup, I learned. I started scribbling down what worked. Eventually, I began sharing those scribbles online.

Taste of Family was never meant to be perfect—it was meant to be real. A place where beginners could feel brave, where home cooks could feel seen, and where recipes weren’t about impressing anyone but feeding the people you love. I believe in meals that are unfussy but full of heart. I believe butter is never the enemy. And I believe the best dish you’ll ever make is the one you make with someone else beside you.

These days, my kitchen is still full of flour dust, laughter, and the occasional loud timer. I experiment with new flavors all the time—sometimes they end up on the blog, sometimes they end up in the compost. That’s okay. Cooking isn’t about perfection. It’s about trying again, and feeding your people anyway.

If you’re just starting out, you are so welcome here. If you’ve been cooking for years but want fresh inspiration, I’m right beside you. Whether it’s a one-pot weeknight meal, a holiday dish that feels like a hug, or a new way to sneak veggies into a picky toddler’s lunch—I hope you find something here that makes you feel at home.

Because food is never just food. It’s a memory in the making.

Thank you for being here.
Pull up a chair. There’s always room at my table.

— Evelyn