Hello World

So, I enjoy poking fun at things. I like sarcasm, being jaded—I think those things are hilarious. And yet, I’m also helplessly fascinated by the completely earnest. Which is probably why I browse food blogs.

I’m not talking serious things with gourmet missions. No, I’m talking the Annie’s Eats, Smitten Kitchens, and Shiksa blogs on the internet—what I lovingly refer to as the Martha Stombies or the Stepford Wives. And yet, most of the time when I’m aimlessly surfing the web and my husband asks what I’m looking at, I’m mostly answering these: I find myself coming back to websites like this time and again—the slightly hipster, mostly instagrammed home cooking/home ec-like blogs (I'm looking at you, Cup of Jo). I roll my eyes and yet it’s super compelling—what makes these women with busy lives (some of them are stay at home moms, some work full time and make time to blog and do their own crafts and glue together authentic Lincoln cabins out of toothpicks) do this? Some say they find it relaxing (I don’t buy it). And for all that I love to poke fun at the lives they portray (‘I’m taking a weekend getaway to the Hamptons with my Aberzombie husband and Gerber baby and I’ll make shrimp scampi and a dessert with a name no one can pronounce and then I’ll blog about it! What fun!’) there is something there that I find totally fascinating.

Since there isn’t enough irreverence on the internet, and in a world where Lindsey Lohan’s post rehab photos are everywhere so we’re clearly all gluttons for punishment, I’ve decided to offer my take on cooking, home and what it’s like to be a part time employed married twenty something who likes to mess around in the kitchen.

Read on for the bizarro Stepford blog, the ‘Julie and Julia’ story without a perky Amy Adams or her nose, where I compare myself to those I don’t understand—and maybe even blog about an occasional DIY apartment craft gone terribly, horribly wrong.