Ten years ago, when I moved to State College, I did not know how to cook. I ate microwave meals and the occasional bag of popcorn for dinner. I looked at food as sustenance - nothing more, nothing less.
Then I started dating an Italian guy. He taught me to cook. He patiently ate my creations and suggested ways to improve my technique. I started watching the Food Network and discovered my local farmers market.
As the years went by, my love of food grew. I started a garden, became a Top Chef junkie and downloaded the Epicurious app onto my Iphone. I enjoy reading recipes and have a subscription to Southern Living just for that reason. Without me realizing it, food had become a passion.
Two years ago, I was diagnosed with a wheat allergy, which forced me to completely change my lifestyle. Real bread, pasta and beer were off the table. I had to rethink recipes that required flour and read every food label to ensure that there wasn't wheat lurking in my food. (Hint: there is wheat in just about everything - soup, Twizzlers, some kinds of soy sauce, etc.) I was forced to be obsessed with the things that were going into my mouth. I am obsessed with the slow food movement and with putting as much whole foods into my diet as possible.
I joined a community share this spring. I stop every Friday after work and enjoy picking out my veggies for the week. I have two raised beds, a strawberry pot, pots of basil and assorted veggies growing in my yard. I took a cooking class at a conference and came home more energized than ever about cooking.
Cooking gives me the same joy that gardening does - it is comforting and calming all at the same time. I love trying new recipes and creating dishes for my friends. I hosted the first annual Julia Child Night this past winter. I take pictures of my food.
The girl 10 years ago never would have envisioned the day when her food bill would be more than her bar tab.
I am a foodie.
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