Food is sort of an occupational hazard for me. I am around food nearly every day, whether I’m observing it, writing about it, reading about it, listening to people talk about it… I never eat it though – at least not at work.
Being around food all the time, I’ve become somewhat obsessed with it. Or, rather, it’s become a very natural hobby for me. I figure if I’m supposed to be telling people how to handle their food, I should have an idea of how to do it myself.
I at my mom’s side in the kitchen at a very young age. When I begged for an EZ Bake Oven, she rolled her eyes and told me to just use the real oven. I remember obsessively reading ingredient lists and menus and cookbooks as a kid. This was probably kind of weird, but then again, I was kind of a weird kid.
As I get older, I have started to rely less on cookbooks and recipes, instead trusting my instincts as far as “what would go well with this?” I usually follow new recipes as written at least once, but I have started to see them as guidelines, rather than rules.
A sampling of some of the things we’ve made over the last year or so:
Okay, now I’m hungry.