About

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I’ve never been one to enjoy change.

I’m good at embracing it, but I’ve never liked it.

I’m a socially anxious planner with ADHD, which means whether I’m starting a new job, moving to a new state, or making a phone call to literally anyone, I have to plan out every possible scenario at least 30 minutes in advance and make sure I’m ready for the worst possible outcome. My excuse is that I like to be over-prepared, but in reality I might just be a bit of a nutcase.

All that’s to say that I’ve become accustomed to change my whole life–I moved between towns and school systems my entire childhood; I’ve lived in 4 different states down the east coast and now live in Chicago, just because; I changed my college major (and schools) more than a couple of times until I figured out what I wanted to do with my life.

I’ve worked in a dog kennel and in bakeries and in customer service and in retail–during holiday season, no less. My personal style changes on a biweekly basis.

And after spending my whole life dreaming about it, I actually got to travel the world, staying in a new country every month for the better part of two years.

Essentially, my life has felt like years of wandering around not knowing exactly what I was looking for, but knowing I was hungry for something. It took me longer than I expected to halfway figure it out, but we’re making good progress, I think.

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I know that saying “I love food” is a total cop-out for someone who runs a food blog. Like, we know you love food… everyone loves food. You’d be certifiably insane if you didn’t love food.

But even as a writer who drafts novels in her spare time, prides herself on being eloquent and articulate, and is known to write a killer email for any scenario you could imagine–I can’t think of a better way to sum up how I feel better than saying that I just really. f*cking. love. food.

I’ve always known that I wanted to pursue food as a career (I’m talking Easy-Bake Oven days, people), and that dream has looked a little different over the years.

It started out as me wanting to open my own bakery (age 5), then wanting to be a food/restaurant critic (age 10), then wanting to run a food blog (age 16), then wanting to be a pastry chef at a restaurant (age 18), then back to opening a bakery (age 21), and NOW it’s wanting to be a food photographer and blogger who travels the world until she’s old enough to settle down and open a bookstore with a bakery inside. (phew.)

I wonder how long it’ll be before I come up with another dream life, huh?

I’ve really just always had a huge appetite for food–literally and figuratively. I love tasting new foods no matter how full I am, learning about different cultural dishes, trying my hand at making whatever I happen to be craving that particular moment, even if I don’t know how.

Long story short: I always have a craving for damn good food, and I want to share it with anyone who’ll follow along.