Stocking up on tea from Mariage Freres in Paris, France
I’m a 30-year-old attorney, living in northern Virginia and fighting for the cause of justice in our nation’s capital by day, cooking and baking up a storm by night. I started law school armed with a labor law treatise and my mom’s chicken piccata recipe and… that’s about it. Very quickly, I discovered that I couldn’t eat chicken piccata every night, and I gradually drifted into cooking as a way to unwind and de-stress after a tough crim pro lecture, and also as a way to… well, shoot… not starve to death. I aimed high from the beginning, churning out a week’s worth of Barefoot Contessa soup at a time from the kitchen in my shoebox… er, apartment… in Foggy Bottom. And I quickly found that cooking relaxed me and my then-fiance, now-husband, kind of liked the results too. In 2010, I went vegetarian for a year before settling comfortably into pescetarianism, and while I don’t rule out eating poultry again, I’m happy with the way things are. I am a self-taught cook and still learning, so I hope to use this blog to chronicle my adventures as I make a huge mess out of my kitchen and myself, every chance I get. When I’m not cooking, baking, or litigating, I love to watch hockey (Go Sabres!), hike and run, read, play the piano and cello, and travel the world with my best friend and dinner date, my sweet hubby of six years.
Contemplating curry chips on a park bench in Edinburgh, Scotland
Come back and visit me soon!