Since the cardinal rule of blogging states that you must begin by revealing the circumstances driving you to the madness of the keyboard, here goes. Why have I started a food blog? Well, the simple answer is: I love food and writing.
To indulge those of you who want the nitty-gritty of it:
First, the food. Let’s just come out and say it. I’m half Italian: One quarter Italian, one quarter Sicilian to be exact. So I’ve pretty much been drinking red sauce and tying Italian knot cookies since birth. Some of my fondest childhood memories are in the kitchen with my Nana (which is where she lived, of course). Then there is my mom who was and is a wonderful cook. Yes, she cooks like my grandmother. But she also opened my eyes at a very young age to “fancy” things like crème brûlée and pork crown roast complete with those adorable little chef’s hat looking things. In high school, I was one of the few and proud “Frenchies” among a sea of Spanish language students and took to making chocolate mousse and crêpes and the Bûche de Noël. Fast forward to college where I worked a 9 month stint as a waitress at a popular creole BYO. Here, I was introduced and fell in love with things like blackened duck and truffle oil and fried crawfish tails. I learned to make remoulade and a killer bread pudding and took pleasure in garnishing the plates. Basically, my whole life I have been surrounded by food: the culture of it, the family ties, the one-of-a-kind experiences. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Now, the writing. I have always loved to read and was a good writer thanks to my English major/teacher father. Like him, I became an English major in college. I say “became” because I started out as a Food Marketing major—a long story I shall spare you from but there I was with the food thing again—and I learned two very important things. I discovered how much I LOVED writing. I also learned how much I HATED writing on a deadline and writing for an arbitrary red letter atop what I truly felt was my blood, sweat and tears. For these reasons and for others that would just bore you, I have done a lot more cooking and eating than writing since I graduated from college. Everybody has to eat, right? But then there was that nagging little feeling. I should write. I want to write. I need to write. Once you’ve been bitten by the writer’s bug, the desire will just not go away.
So thanks to some gentle nudging from family and friends (and that pesky little voice inside) over the past year or so—have I mentioned I can be a bit of a procrastinator?—I have decided to unite one of my long-time passions, food, with my long lost love, writing. Toss in my obsession with taking photographs (especially of food I cook, eat or track down) and we’re on our way, folks.
Allow me to indulge you with my own personal food memories, inspired recipes and culinary adventures. Welcome to Giuggiulena (That’s joo-joo-lane-a)!