I like food. A lot. I like to cook and bake food, but my favorite thing is to eat food. I also eat a LOT of food. This, I'm able to blame on my baby sitter I had when I was younger who wouldn't let me get up from the dinner table until I finished my plate. Now, 12 or so years later, I feel weird and unsatisfied if I do not finish my meal.
I was born and raised in the great city of New York; the city that never sleeps, the fashion capital, the city with the the most intricate, diverse, and, may I add, delicious foods. I can admit that I'm spoiled, I eat a different type of food everyday. Going out to eat can be expensive, but sometimes the money seems insignificant compared to the the idea that my mom and I would have to "slave" over our dinner by cooking and cleaning. So I'm treated to food from all over the world, from Latin America, to the Eastern part of Asia (I've actually never had Australian food).
Five years ago, I became a vegetarian. This cut down on the different types of food I ate, but not how much I enjoyed food. I still like extremely rich meals, as well as healthy meals, so I eat pretty much everything. Okay, I'm actually really picky. Here's a list of things I don't like: mushrooms, whole tomatoes, raw onions, more but I'm forgetting. I like to say that I'm the pickiest vegetarian when it comes to eating vegetables. I do love a lot of vegetables, though, such as: broccoli, kale, bok choy, corn, asparagus, EGGPLANT, carrots, celery, beets, cucumbers, and a lot more.
A big thing about me, is that sometimes I order what I'm familiar with. I love trying new things, but since I don't go to the same restaurant or cuisine as often as I'd like, I tend to order the same thing I normally do because I know I'd like it. So since I love food, I hate wasting a meal on something that tastes terrible. This would be a good time to mention the fact that I'm a quarter Italian; it sounds like a small fraction, but it means a lot to my family. We eat a lot of Italian food; a dish of pasta and tomato sauce is a staple in my household. When I was younger, I used to get pasta and butter and my parents would always be ashamed of my order until the day I finally gave up the greasy goodness.
So this leads to why I chose the title I did, I LOVE eggplant parmigiana. It mixes 3 things I love: eggplants, cheese and tomato sauce. The reason for my existence (and the reason for this blog) is my grandma's eggplant parmigiana. It is the dish that I can't even try to put into words, it's so amazing. My goal has been to imitate her recipe; I think that I make a pretty mean eggplant parmigiana, but nothing compares with my grandma's. Here's a picture of it, although it hardly does it justice.
It's fucking delicious, I could eat a whole pan of it. Although I always share food and drinks (not dessert), I won't share my eggplant parmigiana. Call me rude, call me selfish, but this is my food so you better not touch it.
So this is my little blog, it's going to be about what I eat, cook, drink, etc. I'll be spending the next 5 or so weeks in East Hampton because I'm working at the Mill House Inn. They have great food, but it's all be extremely pricey so I'll mostly be cooking for myself, or eating what my co-workers cook for me. Then I go off to the glamorous, and swanky Williamsburg, VA where the nearest restaurants to me will be McDonalds and Dominoes. This might (but hopefully won't) limit the exciting meals I eat. I got the Freedom meal plan, which means as much food as I'd like from the Caf! I'm crossing my fingers for good food, and to not gain the freshman 15.
Look forward to more yummy meals, I want to write as often as I can!!
-E
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