Yikes.

I've been in love with food since I was very young. I was a heavy child growing up and I struggled with my weight until my late teens. Food provided a certain comfort that I didn't know how to let go. It wasn't easy, but it has taken me many years of fighting those fat-girl demons. I won the battle, but sometimes they show up requesting pie.

I like to think of myself as an indecisive impulsive. I'm quick to start something, but I obsess the hell out of it for days on end before following through. I won't bore you with obscure details of how I got to this point, but here I am starting my very first blog entry at 2am and I'm pretty damn terrified of what I've just done.

As an adult, cooking has become my outlet. Slowing down to participate in the process of creating something awesome helps me really appreciate the finished product that much more. I've developed some mad kitchen skills over the years so I especially enjoy cooking for other people. I've discovered that it's a very intimate thing to sit down to a meal that you've created for your friends. You're constantly trying to touch on the familiar while attempting to bring that certain element of *woah.*

Starting this blog has been a very ambitious act on my part. I'm a little surprised that I've invested this much time already. I've always envied the creative lives of food bloggers and the dedication to what makes them flow. I aspire to be equally savvy, but it may be a long long while before this blog will ever reach the ranks of their tenacity (i.e. I like naps almost as much as food.) In the meantime I'll write down a list of all the things I hope to accomplish in this venture. Most likely it'll look like my Trader Joe's grocery list so don't be surprised if my next post is titled Eggs, Yogurt, Two-buck Chuck.