In the wild, can generally be found near a pile of food with her wallet out.
I’m Julie, a hobby cook and baker who daylights as an IT analyst. I live, cook, and eat with a guy I use as a human dishwasher (and whom I am also very lucky to call my boyfriend/+1/significant other/etc.) in a teeny-tiny apartment outside of Washington, DC. Between tripping over each other in the kitchen, trying to rig up herb gardens on the windowsill, and churning through an average of two new ovens a year (they don’t make ‘em like they used to), life is one series of kitchen calamities after another. Some are too funny not to share, some are too unfunny to share, and many of the rest (thank goodness) are successful enough to be worth passing along.
I started this blog in part as a challenge to myself – to continue to experiment and revel in new things, to improve my fundamental cooking skills, and to learn more about food photography. More importantly, though, I want to remind myself and others how much fun cooking and baking can be, and to never lose sight of simple, priceless delights like opening the oven door to rows of perfectly risen, fluffy cupcakes, the first bite of a new dish you never thought you could make, and enjoying a meal so much that you almost forget about the sinkful of dishes left in its wake. Almost.
What will be here:
Vegetarian food. Drinks. Desserts. Musings related to the aforementioned three things. Tutorials. How to survive in absurdly small kitchens. How to get the fleeting decent photograph in said absurdly small kitchens. The occasional disaster/failure/salvage effort. You, I hope.
What won’t be here:
Flavor profiles. Mouthfeels. Foam. Anything you can’t make in a fairly standard kitchen (sous vide? Nope). Delusions of grandeur.