Everyone has a hobby. Mine happens to be food, or more specifically, enjoying deliciously prepared food at various restaurants throughout Atlanta (and elsewhere when traveling permits). Unfortunately for my waistline, eating rich and indulgent food on a regular basis is not exactly a healthy hobby. This has led to somewhat of an internal dilemma, which I have come to terms with by concluding that calories simply don’t count on the weekends. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going around stuffing my face all weekend long, but what fun is trying out a new restaurant if you’re constantly searching for the healthiest item on the menu? During the week, I stick to relatively healthy meals, along the lines of Greek yogurt and turkey sandwiches. However, come Friday evening (or Thursday on a particularly rough week), my appetite makes an adventurous 180-degree turn for the better.
In addition to eating, I love enlightening others about delectable meals I’ve enjoyed, and so after 25
26 twenty-something years, I can finally answer the question that has been looming over my head since elementary school: “What do you want to be when you grow up?” Simply put – a food critic. The only (minor) obstacle standing in the way of myself and my dream job is that food critics usually have some type of credibility. Unfortunately, my finance degree and background in consulting and operations don’t really get me anywhere in the credibility department…but a food blog does, right? So this begins my journey of hoping that one day, someone will actually care about my opinion regarding food. In the meantime, I now have an even better excuse for dragging my husband (and most frequent dining partner) to new restaurants and a few old favorites around town. I hope you enjoy my food for thought – pun intended!