I am a court reporter by day (and sometimes night), which means I spend all my time editing the misspoken words of random witnesses (and sometimes attorneys). What that means for this blog you ask. Don’t expect perfection; nobody’s paying me to do this.
I don’t want to get a book deal or become famous. I do have an obsession with cookbooks and magazines and trying new recipes. And I’m convinced that my friends on facebook don’t care about it to the degree that I do, so here I am. This has been going on for years, so it’s a long story. You should stay tuned.
I grew up on a farm in central Ohio = love of vegetables and home cooking.
I went to high school and had my first food-related job at a fast food and dairy bar in central Maine = lots of seafood and discovery of the Boston Shake (a shake with a sundae on top)
I lived about eight years in south Florida = Cuban food. guava pastries, croquettes, and empanadas, oh my. This is also around the time I discovered the Food Network and Cooking Light magazine. And I also taught myself about nutrition and lost 70 pounds. Those shakes had calories you know.
I moved back to Ohio and worked at Tucci’s, a fabulous restaurant in Dublin = wine and what we loosely described as California-style Italian.
Then came five long years in central Pennsylvania = misery.
Finally, Atlanta = I swear I was a southern belle in a past life.