I have a confession to make.
I have entered into an intense, passionate love affair.
This fiery obsession in me sparked years ago as a child. I look back and remember being the only child in the Sur la Table cake decorating class, carrying around my full set of icing tips, or experimenting in my parents’ kitchen with cumin and salad dressing. Honestly, I forget sometimes about how much I loved all things food as a child – I even attempted to start a vegetable garden on some really ridiculously hard dirt (and failed miserably).
Truth be told, its no surprise though that this love of food and its culture has evolved within me. I come from a long line of brilliant cooks, and their palates were certainly passed down to my parents. While other kids ate peanut butter and jelly or bologna (I kid you not, to this day I have never tasted bologna) Wonderbread sandwiches in grade school, my sandwiches consisted of sautéed haricot verts with fresh mozzarella and a drizzle of olive oil or roasted lamb and olive tapenade. I have a natural distaste for all things highly processed and I would rather watch food documentaries all day long than anything else.
I love everything about food: the natural history and evolution of certain crops, its different preparations around the world, and especially the culture surrounding it. I live for farmer’s markets and talking to the people who spend their lives doing something as simple and essential as making food. I am constantly in awe of the different combinations of flavors possible, each one unique and perfect.
And mostly, I am thankful for the fact that that which nourishes me also provides me with immense pleasure. What a great concept.
And so, I am embarking on a journey. A journey to learn everything I possibly can about food: the way it grows, the biology of fruits and vegetables, the history of popular dishes across the globe, and anything else I can think of. I plan to get my hands dirty by taking over my parent’s vegetable garden and learning to cultivate my own food and I plan to get my hands sticky by making as many new recipes as I possibly can.