About CPC

This blog was elbowed into existence upon my reluctant admission that sharing every moment of creating and devouring a good meal is one of my greatest pleasures. This blog is the second incarnation of itself, the first being more personal and with fewer pictures. The first was left on the proverbial roadside upon my graduation from college and my hapless introduction into working 40 hours per week, every week, with no summers off (the horror!). Now, I’m ready to pick up where I left off to follow a star diagonal to the light that initially pulled me into gushing about food, food, food in such a public way for the sake of my own well-being, and pleasure.

I’m 22, a professional redhead, living in sin with my record-collecting, fully-bearded partner, with a degree in English Lit. I’ve been a member of the Clean Plate Club since childhood – perpetually hungry.  I wouldn’t consider myself president, just another member, though my grandmother did once give me a yellow ribbon with pressed gold lettering that read “President of the Clean Plate Club.” I’ve since abdicated my role, leaving me here as yet another office drone who fantasizes desk-side each work day at 2 p.m. about going to the grocery store and picking out the pieces that will make up tonight’s delectable puzzle.

A little bit about me, and what to expect:

I reject the idea of moralizing food. I make macaroni and cheese out of the blue box. I eat ramen noodles from the crinkly plastic package, silver flavor packet and all. I eat nutrient-dense foods and fresh vegetables. I love heirloom tomatoes, and spend too much money at the fanciest grocery stores. I find Michael Pollan to be an insufferable dick. I love all the foods you’re told not to love, and all the foods you are. I love using fresh ingredients, but I reject the idea that some foods are “clean” and “real,” implying that others are “fake” or “dirty.” Sometimes I make meals that have two ingredients. I make meals in the toaster oven, in the crock pot, in the microwave. I make meals from scratch, I make meals from boxes. I go to the farmer’s market. I contain multitudes and contradictions, and I follow three food rules, and three rules only:

1. No dieting.

2. “If your body is the enemy, how can you relax and take pleasure?” – Nigella Lawson

3. “If you’re afraid of butter, use cream.” – Julia Child

Welcome to the Clean Plate Club.


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