Who Am I?
I am a fast talking, doesn’t think before she speaks, over acheiver who works in retail management. I tell it like how it is, becuase I know no other way. My mind is in my mouth and my heart is on my sleeve. I have a zeal for life and am able to find excitement and joy in many aspects of it. I am quirky and it shows in my writing, I make up words and write like how I speak. I hate proof reading, so excuse errors.
I eat out often and have been known to order dishes based on how they are plated and request cocktails based on how they look. I may take a bite or a sip, but then pass it off to others to finish. My world revolves around food and the photograohy I take of it. Eating with means waiting until I take the perfect picture in three different angles, and watching me take notes on my phone. Blogging is my hobby, food and photography are my passions.
I hope you find it all as entertaining as I think I am in person. I also apologize if I end up hurting feelings, but everything I write of is straight from my own perspective. And perception is reality.
Regular contributors that encourage my blogging by dining with me and sharing their opinions (in no particular order): Stephan D, Alisha K, Travis S, Falk E, Linda H, Amanda C, and Jessie W. I love reminding them that their intellectual property is now my intellectual property, and anything that they say and do will be used in this blog. A special thank you to you all. If you are interested in making it on to this list contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Happy eating!
Why I Blog?
I started this little side project as a response to my co-worker saying I did not have a hobby. He is correct, I don’t. I love doing things, like eating out and taking pictures of my food, painting my nails, trying new beauty products and shopping for clothes and shoes. Basically every cliché “girly” thing out there. He suggested that I should blog about my interests and that through this transaction of transforming my doing into writing, I would have created a hobby for myself.
Until I moved in with my current boyfriend (I call him “Frenchy”) I thought this is (was) normal behaviour. I was rudely told I was mistaken. Upon reflection I should have seen the signs. We gave my co worker a birthday card and flowers. She left them displayed in her mailbox. Had it been for me the card would be in my recent memory box that night and the flowers hanging upside down to be dried or pressed. I mean any card: be it Valentines, Christmas or birthdays I still have them all of them from all the way in the 90’s, yes that is long ago. I have neatly folded notes detailing who my friends and I had a crush on in grade 9 and cartoon pictures to match. Names and faces of boys I have probably long forgotten. I thought why do I need to keep any of this? What was I afraid of losing by letting any of this go?
As it stands I still feel the need to keep them, even though I do not go through them and probably have forgotten what majority of memories these items are attach to. Frenchy is understanding and has allowed these waste of space boxes in our home, but I myself want to detach from them. It is through this blog and through my picture taking I hope to change this potential serious hording behaviour and slim down on all that I feel I need to keep. As my boyfriend pointed out, “if you cannot remember something that happened without an item, it is not good enough of a memory for you to keep”. So this blog is me weaning myself off this behaviour.
When do I get the time?
I don’t work out. With my time shared between a promising full time career, giving 100% to my blog and writing, making dates with my boyfriend and friends; what little time I have, I spend it watching television and painting my nails. Sure I would like skinnier thighs and a tighter tummy, but not at the cost of limiting my food consumption and denying myself what I crave. Life can me so labourous, I believe we need to take the little things that brings us joy and run with it. In my case it is food. From a young age it was a love hate battle with food. And as my mother use to remind me, I had “fat genes”. But having a less than ideal childhood thanks to my weight, I have learned to balance what I eat and work on portion control. this gives me the ability to eat out often and try lots.
When eating out, I intentionally pick new places just to write about them. And when I eat with others, I allow them to pick the place, but never one I have already written about. Majority of my guests invite me out to their favourite places just so I can review it, feelings have been hurt in the process. I write about every place I eat at indiscriminately, from grocery store quickie meals to a pint at a pub. As long as their is a service being provided there is something to write about. I like being thorough in my reviews and describe everything in horrible detail to give you a glimpse into that world: decor, dresscode, staff’s service, the guests dining, and ofcourse the food. Consider this my dining out diary.
I am willing to try everything at least once. I write often and update daily. And I watch the Food Network religiously for inspiration.