Who am I to start a blog on local foods? I
could go on about my years of experience in the kitchen, my degree from a
culinary institute and hours upon hours of cooking under top chefs. I have none
of those. We're off to a poor start already. I am no sort of expert except as
being a corporate tool…which has absolutely nothing to do with cooking. Or
produce. Or having a blog. But I can order out a mean Pad Khing with a Guam Cam
appetizer. ..which is pretty difficult when you live in Boonsboro, MD. Yeah,
you got it, I have no qualms about importing take-out from Northern Virginia.
And don't start with me about there are perfectly decent Thai restaurants
locally. You're wrong. And on this, I will not relent. Anyway, back to
the subject. Frankly, I'm more qualified to hunt out a good deal at Nordstrom Rack
than I am as chef….or even a cook.
But that brings me to my reason why. After
years of sales and marketing - spinning the words of executives into something
charming to the public and less like the nonsense that comes out of their
mouths, I am on a quest to save my soul. Yeah, you heard me. Save my soul - not
unlike Jake and Elwood, I am on a quest.
I
have been in the corporate world for over
13 years. I shed my country flannels (not grunge, they were quilted)
and ripped
jeans and disowned the values of my hippie parents. Face it, being
raised by
poor hippies is no picnic. It's like being raised by feral cats. I'd
rejected
the nonsense of all the tree-hugging, incense burning, Beatles singing,
healthy
living, feel good, love every one wah wah wah wah. Don't get me wrong,
I still believe in the greater good. I just don't go for the one with
nature and love everyone nonsense. In fact, I've actively rejected it
much to my mother's dismay. I've
embraced my consumerism. There's nothing better than slipping on a pair
of
snakeskin stilettos, grabbing your Kate Spade handbag, and sipping your
venti caramel macchiato. Yeah, some people have therapy to get over
their childhood,
I have BCBG.