Good Food

First off, let me state that I'm starting this blog for three reasons: 1) I'm Angry. 2) I love good food and 3) I'm a good share-er.

Now, back to it.

Every adventure, every journey has a defined beginning. When the idea was hatched. The seed planted. Maybe it was a picture that sparked a curiosity, maybe it was a melody or a story. Some people remember the beginnings with such clarity, it can really make you sit back and wonder- what's wrong with my brain that I can't remember where I put my keys but they can recall what led them to this amazing (fill in the blank)? I watched a documentary recently where the main fellow could recall what inspired him some 40 years prior. Holy. Moly.

I don't remember when I fell in love with cooking. I don't recall how I went from an everyday eater to someone who thinks about the process, who tries to figure out what in the heck is in that delicious soup I just ate. I know it was a slow process that started when I was first left alone with a kitchen at my disposal. What I remember making most often then was velveeta macaroni and cheese and egg salad. Mmm.. making you hungry, right?

Ah, velveeta.

Fast forward to where I'm living on my own and cooking was hard. I sort of hated it for a good few years. I began watching the foodnetwork obsessively trying to find that secret clue that would make my food go from nasty to tasty. Then continue fast forwarding, and I'm here. No longer watching much foodstuff on tv, save a bit of Anthony Bourdain, but reading way too many food blogs and cookbooks.

I think I've decided the secret ingredient is passion. It's the love of the game, man. The love of the game. You gotta want that end result, you gotta want to learn. And while I'm not sure everything I make is what you might call edible, I'm trying. And I'm loving every darn minute of it.

That is, until I read some books. Some good books. And heard some stories. And watched people I love get whisked away from this world because, in big part, of the food choices available to them. Food is not enough, it has to be good food. Good Food.

At this point, I'm angry and fed up. I can't believe what we put into our bodies and what we are being sold and most of it we think might even be healthy (well, not the velveeta). I'm angry and pissed off and the only way I can think to help is by setting an example.

I'm setting myself up for some failures here, but I'm mad enough about the state of food that I'm ready to jump in. Mess up, fail big time, try more and keep on keeping on.

I'm going to eat good food, I'm going to cook good food and I'm going to share good food. I'm going to write about it too, since I'm sort of obsessed with reading blogs I think I ought to give back and all that jazz. I'm no expert, and I hope to never be one because they can really annoy the heck out of me, but I'm an eager learner. And good share-er, which is totally a word, I use it all the time.

-m