I, like you, am many things. A disenchanted recent law graduate; a fully enchanted soon-to-be wife; a very good friend who lives too far away from her very best friends; a contented writer; a newly young Democrat; a pathetic waste at organized sports; a voracious reader; a carnivorous yogi; a slow - but persistent - runner; a daughter who calls home too much; a modern woman who prefers her cell phone muted; a nature lover; a shoe collector; a budding wine aficionado; a cook. Like you, I am an acquired taste.
I prefer dark chocolate and butter cream, to milk chocolate and caramel. I prefer coffee to tea. I prefer a meal replete with pasta, to a meal without. I prefer a dinner pushing midnight, to breakfast in bed. I prefer quality to quantity. I prefer real cream and sugar, to any saccharine low-fat imitation. I prefer pinot noir to my mother's merlot. I prefer long dinners with good friends, to loud bars where I can't hover on their words.
So, now that we've met, let me explain why I decided to start a blog. When I was in law school (arguably at my most unhappy), I came home to cooking once again. In procrastinating from reading cases, I would play with white fish and a red wine reduction. In kicking the Federal Rules of Civil Procedure under my bed, I would bake cakes and cookies and bread. I found passion in pasta overflowing with sun-dried tomatoes. I found perspective in frittatas that bubbled with their chunky vegetables and salty prosciutto. If you're anything at all like me, cooking is your escape too. So, come. Let us escape together.