A History Of Not Cooking

The first time I realized that I would need to learn to do something more than make popcorn or cookies was somewhere around January 30, 2000.

Standing in the miniscule kitchen of my first apartment with my first really serious boyfriend 2 things suddenly occurred to me.

1. There is absolutely no food in here.

2. There is absolutely no way that we can afford to eat out every meal.

Jer and I were living in a charming studio apartment in the village of Perdika, on Aegina island. I think I can find a few pictures of our humble abode, to keep your eyes peeled in the future. Anyhow, I had just turned 18, moved to Greece with my boyfriend, and was more than a little out of my element. Living in Greece I learned to do a few things really well - buy gyros (so cheap! Only 200 drachmas!), make village salad (Greek salad to all of you not living in Greece) and get to the bakery before all the good bread and tyropita sold out. Oh, and make a mean french onion soup.

Now, almost 10 years later, I haven't gotten much further along my life of domestic bliss. Well, I hadn't until I graduated from college, moved to an apartment with a darling little kitchen, and had a blissful month of unemployment. All of which happened in the last 3 months. So, here's to chronicling the adventures of turning food into meals.

Coming soon:

Blueberry Cupcakes
Black Forest Cupcakes