No one in my family knew their way around the kitchen: my mother had an uncanny ability to ruin instant oatmeal. my grandmother, bless her soul, used to serve a flavorless boiled chicken, broccoli, and spinach soup every night. As for my late aunt’s cooking abilities–probably non-existent, if the burnt walls and ceiling around her stove were any indication. Nonetheless, I developed an interest in food. The transformation process behind cooking had always been something that intrigued me, whether it was ramen going from bag to bowl, or store-bought cookie dough going from frozen to fresh-baked goodness. It was magic.

At the beginning of my freshman year of college, I began working for the city of Chicago managing one of several farmer’s markets around town. I was told the position would involve minimal work and decent pay. Little did I know that this seemingly meaningless job would plant the seeds for what would become my true passion.

My work was rewarded not only with a paycheck, but with free produce! My limited culinary knowledge left me near-clueless, but I knew there was much tastiness to be made with these things. When I got home I would scour the internet for any easy recipes I could get my hands on. Some dishes were highly successful, many more were abysmal failures, yet I continued to attempt new dishes and different food preparations. Whenever I wasn’t working or studying, I spent my time in the kitchen or in a new dining establishment.

For years, cooking continued to be something very personal to me. Now I share it with my friends and family and try to make myself a better cook and eater every chance I get. This blog is another way to share my gastronomic experiences: recipes, new places to eat, anything food-related can be found here. I hope you enjoy!