I am a wife and mother of one crazy nine year old boy. We live in the burbs of southwest Calgary. My husband works from home and takes care of a lot of the domestic duties during the week while I work full time in an office job downtown. On the weekends, I get to go food shopping and explore. Sometimes I go by myself, and sometimes my boys come with me.
So how did I get into talking about food? I come by it honestly, I think it’s genetic. Ever since I was a little girl I remember my Grandma telling us all about what she was eating. I remember as a child, one of the first things out of her mouth after she said hello, was what she ate on the flight in. Even though she is now gone whenever we spoke we would talk about the food we ate in the past week. And I loved it! If my Grandma had the technology back in the day, I’m pretty sure she would have had a food blog.
As I was growing up, food was a quick and easy thing as my Mom worked full time. It was healthy and simple. But I have always had a little bit of crazy in me when it comes to food; I will try almost anything once. One Christmas, we went to a Chinese restaurant for my Dad’s company party. He worked for a Chinese man and that night they had a full, traditional menu for dinner. I don’t remember a lot of that meal but I know there were a lot of things that my family wouldn’t eat. But, I am proud to say I tried something off every plate that was brought to our table. It was something that I had never experienced before and I wanted to enjoy it, the good and the bad.
So I bring that forward to my adult life, a love of food and wanting to talk about it. I love everything from a good cup of coffee to an eight course tasting menu with wine pairings. And I love sharing this with my husband, my son, my family and my friends. Nothing makes me happier than a good meal.
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