I learned to cook the way anyone does these days. A combination of:
- hands-on learning from my parents
- holiday meals with my Grandma Shirley
- watching hours of cooking shows on TV
- traveling & dining at yummy restaurants
- finding inspiration on the interweb
- a lot of good old fashioned trial & error just flyin’ solo in my own kitchen
I love to cook, I love to eat, and perhaps most of all I love to write. But as often happens these days, once you graduate from the wondrous bubble that is school you don’t really have any one to write for or any one focused thing to write about.
I am passionate about food. On a level that could be considered mildly obsessive. If we go to brunch together, first I want to eat all the food and then I want to talk all about how wonderful it is. Sometimes in excruciating detail. Because you see, perhaps the only thing I love to do more than writing/ eating/ cooking is to talk. A LOT. Like a mile a minute. When we are speaking you might start to wonder if I have come up for air in the past seven sentences. Is she breathing??
I am a sharer. Perhaps an over-sharer, but it’s who I am and who I enjoy being. I’m chatty. And, I really reaaaallly enjoy being around other people who are just as chatty. If they are excited to share themselves and their passions with me, I think that is quite possibly one of the best ways to spend an afternoon. It’s one of the many reasons why I love food blogs. You get a unique little window to peek into someone else’s world where they trust you with their most cherished recipes. That’s why finally having a food blog to call my own is so exciting for me.
This is my place to share. To share the recipes that hold so many happy memories for me and that I hope will bring forkfuls of joy to you in your own home. These recipes are bursting at the seams with my own memories. At first glance you may not always see them but they are there. Filled with times spent laughing across the table with my parents, eating dozens of cookies with my sister, and ordering takeout with my college roommates. Brimming with nostalgia from past birthday celebrations, my first date with Billy, and mornings waking up in a new city.
And a certain degree of my obsession with food and why I think it is so important also boils down to living a healthy life and my own struggles over the years to find balance. It used to be something I found to be a daily challenge. Now, I view food as something that once you gain a little knowledge about it can be much more empowering.
Everyone has started somewhere on their journey to being their best and brightest self. Mine began 5 years and over 70 lbs ago, with many ups and downs in between.
You can read more about my personal story here