I love food.
As far back as I can remember (which actually isn’t very far), I’ve loved food.
I love junk food, which resulted in a plump childhood. More recently, I’ve worked on somewhat expanding my food horizons- beyond the everyday junk I love.
There’s a photo of a 8 or 9 year old me with a huge smile on my face. Why the huge smile? Maybe they told me to smile. But I’m sure I was happy enough already… I was eating cinnamon toast.
If you’ve ever eaten a meal with me, you may have noticed just how meticulous of an eater I am. Which I actually did not really notice until my sister pointed it out. I take my time, I enjoy my food. I make the perfect bites.
Last year I took my second trip to Sydney with my sister and a good friend. With an overabundance of Mint Slices among other things in our small Edgecliff hotel room, I told tales of my food loving past. Somewhere among the laughter and the tears (tears from laughing), one of us stated “confessions of a former fat kid”.
“In middle school, I’d come home…” well, we’ll leave those confessions for later.
I’ve been asked several notable times recently, “What do you love?” I hate that question because I love silly little things like sitting for hours at coffee shops. Menial things like watching TV on DVD. Things like food and writing…
I love food and I love writing. This blog is the combination.
A mix of confessions and food/restaurant reviews… maybe some secrets.
Please join in, contribute. I don’t claim to know a whole lot about food or writing really, so feel free to help me.
Cheers.
