The Beginning

On the long drive up to Lake George, NY, my boo asked me what I would do if we wont the Powerball (196 Million). I responded that I would quit my job, immediately - mostly because I don't like it. I would also want to take on any adventure I could ans try to learn about as many cultures as I could. Then I said that I would buy a complete set of Cutco knives - I only have two of them and I use them at least twice daily.  I would want to take a knife skills class. I talked about my love of writing. About an old dream of running a small catering business and realizing that I am tremendously glad that I feed and care for the ones I love, rather than other people's loved ones. My boo, "Fin" then said, "Why don't you start a blog? You'll get to write. You can share all your stories of food." Fin, being an avid fisherman and with a strong desire to hunt more than pheasant, looks forward to my kitchen experiments and stories of family recipes. He thinks it's cool that we have German Cheese Sacks and Salmon on Christmas Eve, that I love my mom's blueberry pie and lasagna in July (peak blueberry season), and that popcorn is a perfectly acceptable Football Sunday meal.

When we got to LGNY, I told my mom that I was thinking of starting a blog. Her response was a brutally honest, "Why would you want to do that?" followed by, "Do you have time for that?" "Are you going to be journal-ing?" "No one wants to read what you have to say." While direct and harsh, it was probably the exact thing I needed to be reminded of : I don't really have time for it, I don't want to write a journal, people probably don't care what I have to say. So, I will be doing this in my little free time, I won't be sharing my deep seeded secrets, and if you don't care about it - that's okay.

I do hope that this blog gives me a creative outlet to share things that I love with people I don't know (and know). I hope to post more often here than on Facebook (although that doesn't mean much). I hope to reflect on what I have learned in the kitchen from my family, TV cooking shows, cookbooks, and experiments. Hopefully one day I'll get the knife skills class and a set of sharp knives...(hint-hint, Fin)