Twenty-Something Foodie Intro

I’ve always been into food. I don’t really know where it started. Maybe it was because there was a huge avocado tree that branched over into my parent’s backyard when I was a kid. (A number of my baby pictures are me sitting in a high chair with avocado all over my face.) It could’ve been the homemade strawberry ice cream I ate when my family would visit my grandparents in Montana every summer. But somewhere, and somehow, I became obsessed with food. This obsession continued through Middle School, I was the ‘fat’ kid. Then in High School, I randomly decided to bake a Chocolate Cake for a party my mom was having. And guess what, it was delicious. That started a turning point in my life, where I realized I was actually good at something. I always knew I could eat, but when I made that delicious chocolate cake, I realized I could cook as well.

Straight out of college, I was living in South Orange County. It was lonely. I felt isolated with no friend's except my ex and a little dog, Harry. I was a three hour drive from my loving parent’s home, and a 5 minute drive from where my ex's icy cold mother lived. Once again, food and cooking entered into my life. I couldn’t change my ex's icy cold mother's disappointed glances at me, I couldn’t change my ex’s temper and his tragic childhood, but I could make a chocolate chip muffin that was too die for. And I could make bacon and cheese quiche that even the ice queen herself said was, “tasty.”

I became obsessed with the Food Network channel. My favorite moments in South Orange County were spent sitting on the couch with a little dog named Harry, an open bottle of wine, Mario Batali on the tube. While in South Orange County, I created my alter ego, the “20-Something Foodie.” The “20-Something Foodie,” was on top of it. Her food was delicious, the plating was stylish, and she could make everything disappear by whipping up the absolute perfect guacamole.

The relationship fell part, and I left the condo and South Orange County. Good Rid dins! And I found my way back to where I grew up in West Los Angeles. I’m a couple years older, a little less trusting, but still sweet and optimistic of what lies ahead. I came to realize in life that certain things don’t change. I live 12 blocks away from Santa Monica hospital where I was born, I still believe everything is better after a spoonful of guacamole, my plating still has style, one day I will have a little dog just as like Harry, and there’s nothing that I’d rather do than lay on the couch & watch the food network channel. So here I am, the 20-something foodie, I hope you enjoy my blog.