I don’t know exactly when I realized that I was passionate about food, but it’s safe to say that I’ve loved to cook, bake, experiment, and eat for as long as I can remember. I was known as ‘a baker’ as early as junior high, often showing up to first period with a batch of something I’d whipped up. In high school, whenever my parents left us for an evening, I’d drag my younger brother to the grocery store, and together we’d cook whatever dish we were inspired to try. Growing up in an Chinese-Trinidadian-American household, I had an idea of what good food was, and that more of it existed, but I also knew that my experience wasn’t much more worldly than my ancestry.
What started as a simple curiosity in ‘how do you make that?’, eventually grew into a mission to make everything easier, healthier, cheaper, and tastier. Now if you’re looking for food extremism, I’ll stop you here, and wish you luck with your search. I am an all-loving omnivore, as are my husband and kids. We’re not all organic, but we try our best. I avoid processed foods, but understand that even the most basic ingredients are ‘processed’, and know that I am not willing to live under a rock. I love the taste of boxed cake, though I love my collection of scratch recipes too. I never turn down something anyone’s grandmother has made, even if it does have condensed soup, and am trying to teach my kids that goes for them too.
As an eater, I love the experience that food provides. Not only it’s way of exercising all of your senses, but that culture that surrounds it. There is romance in sipping coffee with a book at an outdoor cafe in Paris, eating dinner with friends overlooking a sunset vista in Manarola, or eating In N Out burger, as a family, in the car, watching the planes land at LAX. Dining is one of the best ways to get a great insider look at a culture, a region, or a family. It’s a highlight of any trip for me, and come to think of it, the highlight of almost every day too.