Let’s be honest, I eat in bed a lot. I eat my dinner nearly every night snuggled under my covers, holding my plate up to my face. Classy, I know. Growing up I cannot think of a time I actually ate a meal, let alone a snack in my bed. However, after making the transition from a house with a kitchen table to college with a dorm room and a bed as a primary furniture staple, things changed a little. In a dorm, a bed serves as a table, a desk, a hangout spot and a couch. It became common for me to have a snack or a meal buried in the covers watching t.v. or hanging out with my friends. Even now that I’ve made the transition to an apartment, one that includes a table to eat at, I still cannot help but eat in bed. Perhaps it’s my way of avoiding sitting at a lonely, quiet kitchen table alone. But this simple pleasure brings me some sort of comfort; I can’t describe it. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t plan to have my family one day huddled in a queen sized bed passing bowls of mashed potatoes across the sheets, but for now this works for me.
My boyfriend on the other hand does not appreciate my habit. To be clear, it isn’t so much the habit but the effect of the habit that really eerks him; crumbs in bed. Now, I am a normally very tidy and cleanly person and my boyfriend is quite the opposite. But for some reason our thoughts on crumbs in the bed really differ; mine being I could care less and his being totally appalled by a few little crumbs. Maybe it’s my indifference to any negativity having to do with food or perhaps I’m just strange in that way, either way I like it. It’s me.
With that, I will unleash the secret purpose of this blog; finding me, or perhaps finding what makes me, ME! Sounds lame right? Well, hold tight for now. Just about a year ago I exited the University of Connecticut with a Journalism and Sociology degree and said to myself, “What the hell am I going to do with this?” I have been at three jobs since May of 2010 and I have not found my fit just yet. I’m sure this story doesn’t sound to unique, a lot of people don’t know what they want to do. The thing is, I think I know what I want, I just don’t know in what form. I love FOOD. I love to cook. I love to bake. I love watching cooking shows and researching recipes. I like to experiment with ingredients and walk around the grocery store looking for new ones. I like healthy food but I love junk food too. I’m not going to write a blog about cooking for one or healthy meals on a budget because that’s boring and I know Food Network has that covered. I’m just going to write and I hope someone, somewhere listens. I hope this blog is my ticket to figuring out my niche. Fingers crossed.