living in portland, maine is a foodie’s dream. one is surrounded by restaurants, bakeries, eateries, and cafes galore. growing up in this environment, as well as in cambridge, has made me quite the critic. most sixteen year olds prefer their kraft mac and cheese, but i enjoy my tempeh and fiddleheads thank you very much.
in addition to my love of food- i love to cook. i’ve been in the kitchen since an early age- 4 or 5, and i can’t go a day without spending sometime in the kitchen. currently i’m torn regarding whether or not i should attend culinary school, but hopefully i’ll figure out my aspirations within the next year or too.
i’ll be reviewing portland restaurants (as well as the rather common cambridge/boston eatery as well) and posting recipes.
just to be clear, i really like my wines aged and my veggies raw. please don’t confuse me with a vegetarian. because i would die without a healthy helping of duck & proscuitto. baking is boring, but rather rewarding. cooking ith alcohol and butter is the only way. and in my kitchen there are three possible answers to any question i may pose: yes chef, no chef, i don’t know chef. best analogy about me in the kitchen? she’s a tornado who leaves behind gourmet presents.