I have two big passions in life: food and the written word. In January of 2004, I took a break from the latter, temporarily pausing my course of study at The George Washington University to move to Florence, Italy, where I enrolled at a professional culinary institute. It was a move that might seem whimsical in print, but which made sense to all who knew me and my love for the kitchen.
Days were spent running through the cobble stoned streets of Florence, to-and-from classes in our perpetually sauce-stained chef whites, or shopping for produce and cured meats in the lush street markets.
We lived our lives accordingly, befriending (and sometimes dating) goodhearted, but questionable characters--chefs, writers, painters, and vagrant travelers who had left their countries and traditions to make this ancient city their home, if only for a moment.
We came from different backgrounds and spoke different languages, so our interactions were reduced to the most basic of human activities: food, drink, sex, and laughter, common denominators that transcend translation.
I spend nearly every second of my free time running back and forth between my laptop and my kitchen as I work on my writing, my blog, and my cooking. I started Always Order Dessert so that I would have a place to share the stories, recipes, meals, and experiences that make up so much of my life.