I work from home. And by home, I mean a Brooklyn apartment that consists of a bedroom, living room/kitchen, and bathroom. That means that all day, every day, I work exactly 17.5 inches from the kitchen.
17.5 inches – not even two feet – from the kitchen. And therein lies the problem: I can’t keep my fingers out of the peanut butter jar, my hand out of the Sun Chips bag, and so on.
So I’m hoping this blog will help. I’m going to attempt to photograph every single thing I put in my mouth in between breakfast, lunch and dinner. I’ll also probably throw in a recipe or two here and there because I love to cook.
What else about me? I’m 25, and I live with my boyfriend and my new puppy Jack. I’m still trying to figure out what I want to do with my life, but I think it will involve food and writing in some form or another.
Or I might be The Next Food Network Star. But probably not.