Most people have faced a period in their lives where things just didn't seem to be going the way they hoped or figured they would. For me, that was a period known as late 2009-early 2011. I had run myself ragged working full time and trying to complete a graduate program at the same time. When I finally came up for air, I was exhausted, both emotionally and physically, and couldn't remember the last time I had cooked a meal for myself.
About the time I moved into my current residence, commercials for a new network, Cooking Channel, began to surface. And who might be heavily featured in these ads? A tattooed, somewhat hyper chef from Montreal named Chuck. I watched the Chuck- laughing and smiling in his kitchen, presenting recipes I knew I could replicate. So I did.
I started with the simple stuff, began to get my legs beneath me again. I found myself so thrilled for trips to the grocery store, local produce markets, lingering past the kitchen gadgets at Target, loving something once more that had been an all consuming passion when I was a child. Cooking was my most common topic of conversation. Over the next few months, I acquired a fancy food processor, stick blender, pasta crank, and most amazingly, a deep fryer. I was thrilled, and began spending time researching recipes, adjusting ones I had already tried, and taking pictures of the things I had mastered.
And so now, here I am, building a blog about how food saved my life, and fed my malnourished soul. So read on, snack away, and hopefully laugh at some of my ridiculous moments in the kitchen.
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