I’m a self-taught home cook just enjoying myself in my tiny apartment kitchen. I’ve been cooking for more than 15 years; I grew up watching my grandparents cook, but from the other side of the breakfast bar. Although I didn’t begin teaching myself with any real intent until I was starting a family of my own, I still emulate what I remember from my childhood often (I keep a tub of Country Crock in the fridge at all times to make the broiled toast I grew up on). I learned how to make an omelet in freshman year Home Ec, but I credit the majority of my most sound knowledge to Good Eats. I still count on Alton to this day.
I almost always cook off-the-cuff. Some of the best things I’ve ever made I completely freestyled. I’ve never been fond of using recipes, but I’ve become a huge fan of helping my online community recreate meals they’ve connected with so I’ve grown to love developing them.
I rarely cook with myself in mind, as I’m a shamefully picky eater. I have the average 3-year-old’s palette, to keep it all the way real. I’m the person that always orders the chicken tenders plate. I was determined to not let my own kids turn out like I did, and made sure I encouraged them to try new things at least once and sometimes things that didn’t hit right the first time again in a new way.
While I do love being in the kitchen, it’s more who I cook for than the cooking itself. I get to express my love through calories, and the bonus is that my friends and family have much more expansive tastes than me so I get to flex my muscles cooking things I’d never try for just myself.
Being an annoyingly picky eater myself is probably why I have such a low tolerance for people that can’t seem to see a plate of food they don’t like without saying they don’t like it. If I can manage to keep my opinions to myself when scrolling even though 90% of the food I’m looking at I wouldn’t touch with a 10-foot pole, so can everyone else. “If you can’t somethin’ nice don’t say nothin’ at all.”
I receive messages every day from folks letting me know that I’ve had a hand in them being in the kitchen, either for the first time or back in a long time. I love when someone shares that I’ve inspired them to branch out and try cooking new things and this journey has been mutually beneficial: I’ve improved all sorts of techniques and dishes that I thought I’d already mastered before, in an effort to make sure I’m providing y’all with quality information. This isn’t to say I don’t still mess up – my grits boiled over just this morning – but I think a major reason why we’ve connected as we have is that I’m pretty transparent. I’ll quickly tell you to “do as I say, not as I do.”
And about me on a more personal level: I was born in Compton, California, but raised and still live in Eastern North Carolina; I own an obscenely large collection of Funko Pop! vinyl figures; I’m a Virgo (ascending: Virgo + moon: Scorpio) and I wanted to be Ellen Louise Ripley when I was young.
Just in case the shirt I’m wearing in that photo up there didn’t give it away: I’m a Leftist. Like, left AF. Marxism and shit. I’m also an Agnostic-Atheist. Scroll down and take a look at my footer if you haven’t already. ✊