I am a freelance television writer/story editor living in West Hollywood, California. I love to eat and I love to cook. It's a interest that has developed and matured during the course of my life, but it's only over the last six years or so that I've gotten serious about it.

I was born in St. Louis, Missouri, birthplace of the ice cream cone and the toasted ravioli. As a child I preferred dill pickles to cookies. I grew up eating casseroles and canned fruit.

When I was ten my parents and I moved to a small town two hours south of St. Louis, called Cape Girardeau. The town had a very southern flavor to it and it was here that I first tried okra, crawfish and biscuits with gravy.

In college I worked in a Mexican restaurant called El Chico's and then at a very old steakhouse called the Royal N'Orleans, which had excellent chatueaubriand, escargot, and cornbread.

I transfered to the university in Manhattan, Kansas to study architecture. Sunday nights were spent with fellow design students at an all-you-can-eat buffet place called Sirloin Stockade.

I dropped out of school and moved in with my cousin and his wife in Salt Lake City where I tried calamari for the first time at one of the city's numerous brew pubs, which were popular at the time. My cousin and his wife were pretty adventurous in the kitchen and it was thanks to them that I had my first home-made focaccia bread and grilled zucchini.

Cirmcumstances took me to Ithaca, New York, home of the famous Moosewood Cafe. I worked at a bagel shop while I attended and graduated from film school. It was in upstate New York that I had my first knish, pierogi, and Vietnamese food.

I spent a summer living with a friend in New Brunswick, New Jersey, where I had my first Ethiopian food. While there I made friends with a couple who had a beautiful farmhouse outside Princeton. Devotees of Alice Waters, they introduced me to the importance of really good ingredients. We would feast on marniated and grilled ahi tuna, caviar, and pate, washing it all down with glasses of cold white wine.

Upon graduation I moved to sunny Southern California where I rented a small studio apartment in Los Feliz. It had a view of the Griffith Park Observatory and the Hollywood sign, that is, if you leaned far enough out the window and squinted. One my housewarming presents from my parents was a cookbook. "The Soup Bible." It sort of signifies the final shift in my history of eating.

For much of my life I was a very picky eater and it's only recently that I've gone back to reevaluate all the foods I was convinced I hated, learning to love them all. I like to cook with fresh ingredients and typically avoid anything that has been processed too much. I shop for produce at local farmer's markets and try to cook seasonally. I make every effort to eat healthy-ish, but I'm not a zealot about it. Having said that, I do avoid pasta and breads, fried foods, cheese and sweets, although I indulge every so often. It's nice to be sensible but one does have to live.

The recipes on this blog come from all over the place - magazines, cookbooks, various recipe websites, cooking shows, family members and some I've sort of made up after comparing different recipes for the same dish. I try to post only recipes that I would make again. I encourage you to try them.



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