Ireland 2010

Do you have those go-to people in your life?  Maybe its the neighbor you ask for the proverbial cup of sugar?  The co-worker you can always find tickets to a baseball game?  The mom/aunt/grandmother you call when you’re trying desperately to save the rug you just dumped a glass of red wine on?

That’s me when you want a restaurant or recipe.  Unless it involves seafood – I can’t stand seafood.  I love food.  In a way that is probably not normal.  I love reading about food, cooking, trying new restaurants, and – obviously – eating.  Thankfully, I also like to exercise.  Softball, roller derby, tennis, football, lifting weights… even cardio has grown on me.

Why am I writing this?  So my mom quits calling me every time she needs a place to eat.  I am not Zagats’ text message service, Mom!  Kidding.  Kind of.  I spend an embarrassing amount of time on food, finding deals, and devising new ways to torture my body work on my fitness.  My friends have told me for years to start a blog.  My mom tells me.  My mom’s friends tell me.  The final straw was when I saw a nutritionist a couple of weeks ago.  The NUTRITIONIST told me I should start a food blog.  I have to be the only person in the world who goes to a nutritionist and leaves with a food blog mission.

So here I go, publicly racing from meal to meal.  This is my declaration of food love.  This blog will document my creations, share knowledge, and make a valiant attempt to lean in the direction of health (though I can’t promise the bacon chocolate chip cookies won’t make an appearance).  Please excuse the bad attempts at humor, the typos/grammatical errors, intermittent profanity passionate expressions of emotion, and the occasional kitchen disaster.

More to come, but right now I have to get to bed.  The sooner I fall asleep, the sooner I get to eat breakfast!