She Who Eats Lives!
If anyone out there is still reading, hello!
I know this blog, along with so many others, has been gasping and wheezing the long death rattle of literary and food frivolity. But there’s kind of a good reason.
You see, for a year now, this small town food enthusiast has been preparing for a move to New York City. Just like I spent my paradoxical decade in Southern Appalachia searching for hints of cosmopolitan worldliness and cultural diversity, in the Big City I plan to seek out authentic community, quaintness, and nature trails.
But mostly, food. Crazy food. Woman vs. food. Food that was created in a science lab, or grown on a rooftop. My list is long, and the first couple of years will be spent in a mad dash of food tourism, dragging my Partner- in-Dine from borough to borough, from night market to food truck, indulging all gastronomical fantasies that were born in far away lands. I can’t wait to find my favorite dim sum, my neighborhood West African takeout, and my personal go-to for a slice. I plan to become the Louis and Clark of urban food exploration, and I’d like to take you with me. Along with the advent of adventure, I predict my passion for blogging will once again rise to the surface. Cheers to adventure, and food exploration. This post has been updated; I’m keeping the name.
Together let us, like the Muppets who’ve gone before, take Manhattan.