I'm obsessed. I can't stop cooking, learning, reading, and writing about food. I don't know where that all came from; I'm a 23 year old daughter of scientists living in a small Connecticut town. Art History was my first passion, I earned my bachelors degree in that subject (paired with an Economics and Italian double minor...what?!) and I enjoyed four years of studying such a compelling and complex discipline.
Cooking was never something I studied. I can't remember a time, except from before I could remember time, when I didn't like to cook. I flipped pancakes the morning after sleepovers as a kid, I doctored up frozen pizzas with fresh arugula and balsamic glaze after school, and I've been making the pumpkin pie for our family's Thanksgiving every year since the recipe called for condensed milk.
When I moved into my first apartment Junior year of college, I got serious about cooking. This mostly came out of necessity because I could no longer rely on the wet lettuce at our dining hall's salad bar whenever I was hungry. I had no meal plan, only a tiny kitchen (shared with 3 amazing roommates) with abundant potential.
The obsession started with daydreams about lunch as my professor explained the color nuance evident in John Singer Sargent's portraits. As it grew, I declined dinner invitations to practice my Cornish Hen technique and brought elaborate, fragrant meals to eat on the subway at the expense of my fellow passengers. I only had three opportunities a day to cook something that I truly wanted to eat, and I wasn't going to waste that time on take-out.
This blog is about cooking, eating, dining, and living. There are recipes and food stories, but there are also life updates and lessons I've learned outside of the kitchen. I can't imagine my life without cooking, so a blog about cooking ought to touch upon my life. Now that I'm back home after college, I cook dinner for my parents every night partly because I love it and partly because they do not charge me rent. We're a little family of three adults learning how to get along, and a lot of that happens at the dinner table.
The culinary arts can be an inclusive space; no one wants to come to a museum with me but everyone likes joining me for dinner. I've found a passion that my friends and family can share, and I'm writing this because I thought you might want to come along, too.