how it happened
In the fall of 2019, I settled into the easy, unscripted rhythm of an empty-nester. I took a break from sports and performing arts photography to finally celebrate some pretty big milestones and simply breathe in the promise of the next chapter. But a few months later the pandemic had other plans and everybody came back home.
And they were hungry.
There are periods in our lives when we surrender and simply strap on the feed bag. Life can happen harshly and unexpectedly, the resulting stress is relentless, and easy-button bland is what we have to offer. I’ve been there. But my third quarter victory lap was interrupted by a global crisis so I sought refuge, or more accurately, revenge in the kitchen. Don’t think for a second I’m not aware of the privilege and folly that this little blog represents – there are more than a few reasons we should be thankful for every meal, from the bland to the exquisite.in defense of marginally sexy food, Foodishness 2.1.22
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