Things change. My career, for example. I’ve worked as an equity derivatives trader, a synthetic biologist, and most recently as a digital media professional. I caught the writing bug in my late 30s, while I worked on a PhD in Biophysics. I began this blog to document learning how to cook for my then 2-year-old daughter. But there’s this thing about serial beginners like me: we’re always finding new obsessions.
After writing thirty some-odd posts about cooking, I began experimenting with my own photography. (The food photos were all taken by my wife.) I quickly became fascinated with portrait and street photography, and stopped writing altogether for about a year. When I decided to pick things up again, I chose to focus on what I enjoy the most about blogging: the words. I still mostly think and talk about food, but I’m just not that guy who develops recipes every week and stages photo shoots in his kitchen. I do like telling stories, ranting, and maybe throwing in a joke or two.
So here we are. I present to you the culmination of my years of experience as an independent publisher: A food blog with no pictures. Just what every agent/PR/advertiser dreams of.
I hope you enjoy reading these stories as much as I did writing them.
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