It’s very possible that I love food more than I love people.
I take my coffee black, my steaks still moo-ing, and my froyo with peanut butter cups and marshmallow fluff.
I know that flavor can be more than fat and salt, but I also adore fat and salt.
I despise moderation.
I’d love to tell you that I learned how to cook thanks to generations of family tradition and heirloom recipes, but 90% of what I know came from binge-watching Iron Chef in my early 20’s when I really should have been out being social.
It is never OK to serve fruit for dessert. Fruit is a goddamn plant.
I am gluten-free thanks to a non-Celiac intolerance. Losing bread is really not that bad at all. Because wine, cheese, and chocolate are gluten-free.
I was Paleo for a long time—you can see that from a lot of older posts on this blog—but I gave it a rest when I realized the world was a happier place as an equal opportunity eater.
I have 4 furry friends in my life—my 2 huskies, my orange tabby, and my husband.