After meandering through college, studying women’s studies, English, literature, philosophy, theatre, music, musical theatre, and education and never wholly committing to anything, here I am.
I’m not a true connoisseur. I’m not a gourmet. I wouldn’t even call myself a proper foodie. So why food? And moreover, why should you care to read about my complicated relationship with food or my opinions on food? Because I’m a “real food” person.
Every time I reevaluate life and try to find the one thing that I could actually care about forever, I wind up with food on my mind. Odds are, at that moment, I also have food in my mouth. Potentially, I even have food in my oven. I work around food. I read about food. I eat food.
Sometimes, the food I eat is really awesome and created by the best of the best. Other times, I have been know to enjoy really awful food created by some processing plant and fried by bitter teenagers.
I can savor foie gras or hot dogs, depending on my mood. I’m happy with a sugary concoction from Starbucks or a cup of certified organic coffee from a small batch roaster like Kimberton Coffee.
I am not alone. The world is full of true appreciators of food in all of its forms. Here’s to those of us who like it!