Cruising and cooking. Globe-trotting and gastronomy. Ramblings and roasts.
If you like…
- quirky travel tales;
- English used properly in thoughtful writing; and
- sifting through the stream-of-consciousness ramblings of a random thirtysomething gal
My blog is for myself, and for any friends, family, and other occasional drop-ins who might be interested in my doings, most of which are centered on food (cooking it, eating it, photographing it, daydreaming about it) and on travel (not the fancy overseas kind; mostly the sort of travel where you play tourist in your own neighborhood and make fun discoveries on the cheap).
“For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.” -Robert Louis Stevenson
I made a New Year’s resolution to let loose some of the creative energy that has been percolating for some time just below my buttoned-up surface, and to be better at documenting some of the thoughts, adventures, and experiences that define this life. Plus: I don’t have any kids (which means I have a lot of time on my hands, compared to my parenting peers); I don’t have any hobbies (I don’t think napping counts, and I have tried unsuccessfully to knit and make jewelry); I wanted to have a real excuse to not exercise; and my excessive Netflix viewing–in my marathon attempts to catch up on whole missed seasons of TV series like Grey’s Anatomy and Mad Men–was starting to make my mind mushy (for a time, I really thought that Jon Hamm and I would hook up in the 1960s version of my alternate reality).
Hence, the blog. Hopefully a more stimulating, positive, productive endeavor. Cooking with a purpose, and sharing my recipes. Taking road trips, and recording the routes. Occasionally ranting in writing, so my friends and family don’t have to continue politely tolerating my kvetching while secretly worrying “why I am so ornery and cynical for someone so young”.
So, “rambling and roasting”…wanna come along for the ride?
“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.” -Virginia Woolf