Not a DC native, no, but a lover of the city all the same. If you’ve ever seen the inside of my mother’s – or even my grandmother’s – kitchen drawers and cabinets you won’t be surprised by the astonishing number of baking tools crammed into ours. Apparently it is a generational habit I just can’t break. That and a love of food. After countless dinners out, dinners in, and cocktails in all manner of places, my enthusiasm for cooking and entertaining has only grown, fueling not only a dangerous hobby of excessive baking but a professional career in events. So here’s to chocolate in all of its forms, sangria in the garden, duck fat in the fridge, and all of the celebrations with friends and family, past, present, and future.
My culinary adventures started young, with many an early childhood half-hour spent watching Julia Child. Of course, it came on right after Mr. Rodgers and I thought it was just another kids’ show, but something must have sunk in because it started a lifelong love affair with food; cooking it, (yes, playing with it), learning about it, and obviously, eating it. I began cooking as a kid in McLean, Virginia after too many “what’s for dinner?” questions shouted at my at-the-time single working mother just as she stepped through the door. It was pretty much limited to pasta and sauce, but it must have set off a spark somewhere. I’ve still been known to play with my food but at least now I have someone to taste test it for me first.
Well, that is the two of us, nibbling our way through dining experiences far and near. And this is where we document our gastronomic adventures, from the finicky oven in our kitchen, to our favorite dining and drinking spots in the city, to our treks and trips through DC’s perpetually growing restaurant scene, and onward to wherever our hungry tummies take us on our travels. All our thanks for stopping by – we hope you enjoy!