I mostly write about what I’ve been cooking and baking at home in my kitchen, but sometimes I write about other things too.
I have an ongoing project called Cooked Poems, which you can read more about here.
I’ve loved to cook my whole life. When I was in elementary school I used to wake up on Saturday mornings and bake muffins before anyone else in my family was out of bed. I guess the need to cook was stronger than the need to sleep in, and while I can’t say this is the case now, I am often the happiest when I am in the kitchen making things.
I’ve also always loved to write. In junior high I had a pen pal in Denmark who I would write extremely long letters to, several times a week. My high school days consisted of lots of moody journal writing while listening to Bob Dylan albums. Sometimes I would do this with the lights turned off and a candle lit because I thought it helped my "process". In college I wrote lots of really bad poems about the boys I was in love with.
My first job after college was for a local newspaper, where I was a staff reporter and had to write every single day, whether I wanted to or not.
In 2006 I quit the paper and decided to get my Masters degree in teaching, which I completed a few months ago. I am now a certified high school English teacher who is looking for a full time job.
I live in Wakefield, RI, which is also my hometown. I moved away when I was 16 to go to a boarding school in Switzerland, and then I went to college for a year in Ohio. I lived in Vermont for a few months and worked and toured with a circus.
After this I decided it was time to come back home to South County, and I’ve been here since 2002.
My family has a house in Tuscany, and this, along with growing up on a small working farm, has also shaped my love of food and cooking. As a kid my parents grew a lot what we ate, including beef and poultry. I remember some early summer mornings I would walk out to the garden and eat strawberries straight from the plant for breakfast. I have a deal worked out right now with my mother that if she grows things, I’ll spend humid summer afternoons canning them.
