This first post has the real potential to leave the audience with figurative blue balls; as my cameras are sans film and sans charged battery.  Forgoing my fears for your testes, I want to get things rolling and introduce you to what I hope will be your new favorite blog.  Thus here's a brief history of myself, why I am doing this and what I want this to grow in to.

First, why the hand and the stomach?  "as distinguished from mere feeding, the stomach never asks the hand, 'What are you giving us?" -Ambrose Bierce
I'm here to give you something to dine on, not feed on.

I was lucky to be born into a military family, why is that lucky?  Because before the age of nine I had visited nearly every (forgettable) state in the US, lived on both coasts, in the South and had made childhood friends from Sea to Shining Sea.  When we finally resettled in the Suicide Capital, without my knowing, I had developed a serious itch to constantly venture out... WAY out from my safe nurturing suburban surroundings.  Upon graduation in 2004, my itch turned in to a full blown rash and college was simply a buffer between home and MORE.

For the next few years I attempted to drown my ever present boredom.  I was changing majors, travelling Europe, dropping academic courses for wine tasting ones, writing for the school magazine, shooting pictures and kicking it in dark rooms.  All the while I was working in kitchens, eating from fine-dining to what-the-fuck-was-that-? dining.  Eventually studying culinary arts at Seattle Culinary Academy in Capitol Hill seemed like the perfect fit.  Little did I know, being a cook is fucking HARD, the industry is generally HEARTLESS,  SLEEPLESSNESS will make you insane and frankly, I don't know if I have the EGO for that shit.

Needless to say the past six-years of my life have been a whirlwind of "I want to do this... or maybe this... ooh and what if I were to... I should totally move here... Maybe I'll go back to this..."  Well this blog is a culmination of my scatter braineded, ADD ridden, hopes/dreams/experiences had and to-be-had in cooking, dining, food, photography, travel and "journalistic" writing (I can't promise you fluff or positive reviews but, I will promise to fact and spell check).  Seattle is still discovering its culinary voice and I feel it needs a story teller.  Enjoy as I craft with my hands something delightful for your rumbling stomach.