About The Imperfect Foodie
When I was a little girl, my grandma encouraged me to join her in the kitchen. She invited me to lick the beaters after she whipped cold, fresh cream, or to be her watcher for cherry pits as she pitted sour cherries for pie, or to babysit the Thanksgiving turkey from my booster chair in front of the oven. Her kitchen was always warm, cozy and inviting.
These are my first memories of food and cooking. And even though I was only three or four at the time, they are still just as strong in my mind as if they had happened last week. It wasn’t until my late 20s that I realized the influence that these experiences had on me.
While doing some soul searching after moving into my first apartment, I was driven back to the kitchen. Maybe it was nostalgia, homesickness, lack of fulfillment in my professional life, or a combination of all of the above, but I found myself baking more and more. It became a ritual every weekend; find something new to make and share it with others.
Originally this blog was meant to showcase many of my failures in cooking and baking to help others learn from my mistakes. But I happened upon another need recently while sheltering in place from the COVID-19 virus. Many people who might not typically cook, now find themselves in the kitchen, trying to make things with limited knowledge, limited supplies and limited toilet paper!
There is a need out there for good, simple, comfort food in times of crisis. Why do we bring food to funerals? Why do we eat ice cream after a bad break up? Why do we crave chicken noodle soup when we’re sick? Because food is the universal language of comfort. And I hope through this blog I can bring just a little bit of that comfort to anyone who might need it.