The starting line.

It turns out that with all the things I think about during these short, grey days -- the recession, people losing their homes, what in the world am I going to do with this life so graciously given me, why are my calves so tight -- what I want to do most is cook. And eat. And look at food, and read about food, and read what other people are writing about food, and decipher recipes that haven't seen the light of day for many years but deserve a second and third chance, and think about our palates and why we eat what we eat. Or maybe just why I eat what I eat. 

And so, this is an attempt to corral a few things: my wishes for good food and for others to have good food; the thousand daily thoughts about food that fly scattershot across my brain; and the constant, never-ending ferris wheel of: why aren't you writing?

So: here, I am. Writing. Mostly about food, I hope, and the life around us that is fed by it, sometimes poorly and sometimes too much. And as much as it pains me to say it, to those who are out there -- would you tell me what you think? My gratitude is yours.