About Me

I live that life that you never want when you are young, idealistic, and freshly minted from college. I work for a corporate behemoth doing some truly fulfilling work for enough money to make it easy to live, but not quite enough to warrant being happy or even thinking I’m successful. I don’t do big business well. I’m not good at ass-kissing for the sake of a promotion or brainstorming brilliant ideas over late nights in the office. Don’t get me wrong—I do my job and I do it ridiculously well. But, after a few years, let’s just say, I realized my heart really wasn’t in it.

Tired of the daily grind and bored with my after work options, in the summer of 2009 I decided to give culinary school a shot. I wanted to remember what it was like to be creative and driven. I wanted to care about what I was doing. I wanted to meet new people. (I was also more than a little jealous of my husband who just wrapped up his master’s degree.) In September, I was accepted for a certificate program. Classes started January 2010.

Of course, just after Thanksgiving, we found out that I was pregnant. I didn’t expect it to stick. My past three pregnancies were miserable failures. And, I was just waiting for the soul-crushing news that this one would end dismally as well. Amazingly, it didn’t. I am due August 5, 2010.

So, this blog is my record of a year-long program to learn to be a better cook while cooking a baby. I am a full-time employee, part-time student, soon-to-be-mom redefining what it means to be barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen.