Monday, June 20, 2011

I love food.

I was recently shopping with my Mom in a cute little cooking store. Imagine the stereotypical Italian grandmother's kitchen on steroids and then make everything for sale. With my mouth watering over the smells and samples, a woman came over me and asked if I needed help. I responded that I was just looking, but that didn't get the point across. Overly eager to sell some handmade pasta, she asked "do you cook?" "No" I responded, "but I eat."

I have always loved food. While there are some foods I prefer not to eat, food has always been a big part of my life. From catching fish and crabs for the crab boil with my Grampa to making pizza sauce from scratch with my Nono, I have wonderful memories involving food. After traveling on Semester at Sea around the world, my safe food choices have been tested. I can now say that I've eaten from street venders in India, ate bugs in Vietnam, and cooked soup with a tribe in Vietnamese mountains. Upon returning to the US, the foods I had always eaten seemed less appealing. I crave new flavors, new experiences. I started a few months ago taking pictures of sushi I ate with my friend Heidi. Each roll was like conquering a new challenge and I wanted to document it. Then this past week I have started to cook. Nothing special, just grilling veggies and sauteing squash, but I took pictures of that as well. Then the though occurred to me, why not make a blog to document my food endeavors? And that's how I got here. Nothing special, just a girl who likes food.