I moved to Manhattan this past spring, making this summer my first spent entirely in the city. I knew a lot would be different – no weeknight whiffle ball, no having to mow the lawn – none of the must-haves for summer in the ‘burbs. By early June, the realization of this hit me pretty hard, making me wonder: without these quintessential elements would the season even exist? I mean, besides some subtleties like my apartment transforming into four-room furnace, would anything make the city summer distinct? The matter was too pressing to leave up to chance. Something had to be done. Continue reading
I know – the title’s a little clumsy. Eating well is what it should be. And eating well – following all-natural diets, supporting farmers markets, hating corn-syrup, etc – is a lot of what I’ll be writing about. The thing is, “eating well” has become a pretty loaded term lately, and I’m not sure I’m ready for the baggage. Continue reading
A couple things:
1. This is a food blog, of which there are many.
2. There won’t be any pictures. At least, none of the extreme close-up, soft-focus variety that are the real draw to any good food blog. Sorry, but any endeavor that involves impromptu photo shoots interrupting a meal just isn’t in line with eating goodly (we’ll get to the title later).
3. Above all, this blog is a shameless experiment in narcissism. I would feel bashful, but then again I don’t intend on anyone actually reading it. What it comes down to is simple: after 20+ years of virtual obliviousness, I’ve developed an overnight infatuation with food. Not just a new appreciation – we’re talking an all consuming, job quitting, paradigm shifting obsession. But now as I jump into this new culinary world, I find myself as confused as I am excited. Hopefully, writing down my thoughts will help me figure out what I’m actually thinking.