Lover, lover

This may be rather twisted, when when I watch Shark Week, I get really hungry. Not that I want to go around eating people's thighs or chowing down on chum, but I totally understand their desperation for food. Today, in Entrepreneurship, I could not stop fantasizing about eating the Fuzzy's Taco's ad in the newspaper. I was about two animal crackers and a loudly grumbling stomach from leaving class, biking like Lance, and eating tacos instead of going to my next class.

And so, it seems natural, that I would start to blog about food. I have been thinking about it for a while; since returning from studying abroad, I have missed blogging. And I have missed the food. Two falls ago, I left America for six months to eat my way through Spain. While I was busy eating my way to 40 pounds of Spanish food fatter than I was when I arrived in Spain, I was also tricking (okay, my negotiation professor would prefer I use the term emotionally manipulating) a boy back home into working out constantly and getting ready for my return. Which was ironic, since as he got more in shape, I drank and ate away as much food as I possibly could. I spent that six months watching my host mom turn canned beans into delicious meals and cook paella like a pro. Not to mention cook with an entire jar of salt in three months, teaching me that while food can be delicious, it will also result in a pudgey face and not so subtle comments from your family about your recent weight change.

I taught myself to cook when I got back because I was fat. Okay, and because I cannot handle being away from my spoiled childhood of gourmet dinners cooked by my "stay at home mom." That's what she called herself, but let's be real. Her life goal was not to raise three semi-normal daughters... it was to cook me delicious dinners every night. And cater to my random desires and pickiness. And despite the nice butt that comes with getting fat, I am determined to eat healthy.

And now, here I am, back for a year and back to my regular size, and cooking up a storm with the same boy who I forced to get beefy and buff for me. What's a girl to do, change her ways? Not when they result in delicious dinners and a delicious person to share them with.

But enough about my thick thighs and how I came to love cooking (with less salt). I am planning on being a copy cat and following the Julie and Julia movie food blog idea. Not to mention the 15 thousand other food blogs out there. The difference is that I will not be blogging about every single meal because I will be much too busy eating to have time to tell you all the things I eat. But I am going to record where I go, what I eat, and what recipes I use (again, as time allows.) And I will be providing random, sarcastic and hopefully amusing anecdotes along the way. But don't get your hopes up too high... there's a good chance that all I will do is give you recipes and add 40 pounds to your sexy, sexy bod like Spain did to me. So take these words of advice and prepare for some delicious recipes:

DO NOT DRINK SO MUCH SANGRIA! but really, do. 40 pounds is totally worth it. Not to mention the fact that I have a fantastic sangria recipe that you too shall have.... soon.