This blog has been in the making for almost two years now. And to be honest, my dad is not the first person I’ve tried to convince to start a food blog. In college, my roommate baked three days a week, often at hours of the night when most of us were already dreaming of breakfast. But she, like him, didn’t understand the reason I was pushing so hard. And it is this: I am a storyteller and a memory keeper.
Food, for me, has always been a channel to something else. Rather than tell you this blog is intended to supply you with the perfect 20-minute weekday meal or the Sunday dinner you’ll need to impress your girlfriend’s parents, I’ll stick with the truth — that with food comes a multitude of memories and moments not easily thrown into the trash can with the dirty napkins. I have wanted, for so long, a place to share those memories and moments with you. Here it is.