Two of the most important things in my life are sharing food and sharing love. Ironically my favorite thing about sharing food is not just eating it, but cooking it as well. When a person decides to shares a recipe with me that has been in their family for generations, I find it to be one of the most intimate and heartwarming things they could have done. It's almost like they're sharing a piece of their family history and trusting me with it.
People share love in different ways. A kiss on the cheek, a cute text message, or even an edible arrangements delivery. My particular way of showing affection is giving you a bite of my food, especially if it's really tasty. FYI, if I've ever shared my food with you, it means I love you.
There was this kid I knew as a child that would rather watch old Julia Child episodes instead of cartoons. I was that kid. Unfortunately I went through the majority of my adult life suppressing my inner Betty Crocker for the engrained assumption that I should become a nurse. Little did I know that while working and in nursing school, the course of my life would take a dramatic turn.
In January of 2014, I was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer. Almost immediately my entire world got flipped on it's head. I stopped working and going to school so that I could focus on this journey I was about to face. In between doctor's appointments, treatments, and surgeries, I was left with a lot of time to reevaluate the direction my life would now go. I came to a point where I had to make a decision. Either I was going to return to work, or continue with nursing school. I took a moment to reevaluate the decisions I've made career wise and decided to not do what was expected of me, but instead to make my passion my main focus.
After kicking cancer's ass, I decided to no longer do what was expected of me, but instead to move my life into a more professionally culinary direction. I knew that food made me happy, but I wasn't exactly sure what my approach would be. Almost immediately I realized that it wasn't just eating food that made me happy, but cooking and sharing it as well.
As soon as I made the decision to take this new journey seriously, the little girl inside of me jumped for joy. The same little girl that would browse the cookbook section of the library instead of sifting through the latest 'Goosebumps' novels.
At first, the thought of starting a blog scared me. After a while I asked myself, what better way to share the two things I love most? A part of me feels like I'm about to venture out into the unfamiliar world of social media, foodies, and food bloggers. But then again there's another part of me that feels like I've always belonged. My concept is simple, Share food, share love.