Five things about me
1) I live in one of the greatest restaurant cities in the world and rarely eat out.
I’m cheap and never got into the habit of going to restaurants alone. I don’t do take-out by myself, either, so I either cook for myself or don’t eat.
Thankfully, New York is also one of the greatest ingredient cities in the world and I live in Queens, which means it’s a short hop to anything I could imagine.
2) I will never be the best cook in the family.
Dad was the kind of chef who can do anything as well as a high-end restaurant and make it look easy. I am grateful to have some of his cookbooks and notes.
3) I am omnivorous except when I’m not.
I eat all fruits and vegetables except raw tomatoes, but I am not a fan of cooked carrots or parsnip in any form. Except I do make carrot soup constantly in the winter and use parsnips in my chicken soup, so I’m apparently one of those kinds of picky eaters.
I don’t eat pork or shellfish, but I’ve had both many times. I miss shrimp and mussels and am very glad the Bacon Everything trend has passed.
I don’t eat enough meat considering that I am chronically anemic and take medication that exacerbates that. But I have a low poultry threshold and I’m too ill-educated about beef to be useful with it, which is hilarious considering the butchers in my family tree. However, I will eat anything if it comes in sausage casing.
I could live on bread. I have lived on bread. I eat a lot of carbs. I’m okay with that.
I wish I could live on cheese.
4) I have no pretensions of originality, grandeur, or insight about cooking.
This blog is totally so that I can post pictures of my adventures, misadventures, and occasional successes and demand that people I know look at them.
My kitchen is in desperate need of a gut renovation, my pots are older than my kitchen, and my kettle needs a power wash. I am not airbrushing them out.
This is not a food blog with pretense.
5) There is no number five.