MY STORY
Where are the snacks?
Some of my earliest memories are of cooking. I distinctly remember my mom making pasta carbonara when I was around five years old in a blue cast-iron skillet. I still flash back to the warmth and love I felt in that room, and how salty-good that pasta was. When I travel, the first thing I do is find a good latte. Whole milk, please. And when I am sad, I get sushi. Does rice soak up sadness? Or is it the wasabi that zings it out of me? Who knows. But I love it.
My relationship with food hasn't always been hunky-dori. I was bulimic in my teens and it took me a very long time to learn to love my body and the food I feed it with. In fact, it is still a journey and part of what inspired me to start this blog.
I want to explore where personality, food, and joy meet. I invite you to join me!
