So this is the beginning

Sometimes being a broke 20-something food lover brings you down some interesting paths. I moved to Brooklyn a year ago from Chicago without a job, an apartment or apparently much common sense. You see I was experiencing some form of a quarter-life crisis, which sounds like a whole lot of whoo-wee, I know.

I found a couple of jobs and a small space to call my own. Truth be told cooking is what kept me on my toes and calmed my nerves this past year which really shouldn’t be much of a surprise. The first year I lived in Chicago it was so cold for my Virginia bones that I hibernated, only to wake and literally bake. Cupcakes, scones, muffins, quick breads, donuts, they all piled up in the kitchen I shared with my college expats. This led to pastry school and some stints working in Chicago kitchens.

Like many, most of my fondest memories revolve around food. Hobo Thanksgivings in Chicago with friends, like me, whose families lived to far away to go home. The year my friend Stepher and I decided to make brisket (because it was cheaper than a ham) for our Easter-we-all-have-a-day-off-together-so-let’s-eat-and-drink-too-much wine-Dinner that ended up tasting more like a delicious beef jerky than a tender slow-cooked piece of heaven. Helping make the hors d’oeuvres trays for my friends Matt and Morgan’s wedding with her whole family, thus becoming an honorary ‘Kitchen Slut’ (a true honor if you’ve every met that brood.) Traveling back to my parent’s home in Virginia to be greeted by bowls of my Dad’s meatballs paired with a Maker’s on the rocks and talking with my parents, brother, and sister-to-me Laur until the wee hours, bellies full and eyes glassy.

Food and cooking have apparently turned into a thang for me. As it seems, it’s the calm in my storm and one of the easiest ways to put a smile on my face. Turns out some of the tastiest treats are also stupid easy to make, like, um, homemade ricotta, who knew?! I hope to explore here some of my favorites, some of my challenges, and most definitely all of my (mis)adventures.