Most people start food blogs like this very one because they love food. They simply can't get enough of it. If they're not already cooking or eating for a living, then they are young people who want to cook or eat for a living.
I am not one of them.
I love food. I do. Why the hell would I be here if I didn't? It's a wonderful thing.
But, I am not that girl. I did not change my future career path because I was swept up by Julie & Julia, and I certainly don't plan on going to culinary school, or becoming a chef.
I cook because, well, I'm bored. I live in a small city, and to be honest, there isn't much to do here.
So, I make food. My family has always been big on cooking, and I guess it's about time I joined my mother and my grandmother as "the cooks" of the family. It feels all too much like a right of passage. I can just imagine my grandmother standing in our tiny kitchen, knighting me with a wooden spatula, and uttering the words: "You, my child, are now a woman. Huzzah."