A few years back, upon graduating from college with a degree in American Studies (emphasis Creative Writing, which I have since learned is not even half as cool or useful as a real Creative Writing degree) I decided I wanted to write a food memoir. I found myself in a pickle; I hadn’t attended culinary school, I didn’t have the money to do so, and the genre (at the time) was so small and unfamiliar to the general public that my nonfiction professor told me along the lines of, “This isn’t impossible. But it won’t be easy.”
But as a twentysomething, working in office after office, I realized that I wasn’t necessarily doing what I love. Don’t get me wrong – I like office work just fine because I’m good at it – but I felt like something was missing.
It was upon discovering A Homemade Life by Molly Wizenberg at the local library that I decided the only way I could fix this problem was to get out there and give it a try. So here it is: a chronicle of everything I love: food, family, friends, and writing.
*Photography disclaimer: I try to include as many personal photos as I can, though I have an old, low-pixeled digital camera. The remaining photos are used by permission or from stock.XCHNG©.