I’m going through a tough breakup. And somewhere in the midst of the confusion and dejection, the unthinkable happened: I lost my appetite. I lost my appetite on vacation. I woke up to aromas of freshly baked muffins and just scrambled eggs with chives. And not even a little drool.
For the ordinary person – weird. But for me – catastrophic. I have dreams about chocolate and bacon and chocolate bacon. When I wait in line at the bank, I wonder what a peanut butter and marshmallow swirl milkshake would taste like. When I fill gas, I think of pecan cupcakes with a cream cheese icing centers.
And so you can understand, my friend, that the people around me were concerned when I put my hand up in refusal to tried and trusted eggs. In the middle of the yelling and crying, I lost myself. No, worse – I lost my food.
This blog is my protest to that. It is my homage to flavor.
This blog is my acclamation to you, my food lover friend. It is to make sure – with conviction – that you find the perfect meal. So I will, free of charge, go to restaurants and eat a lot for you. And I’ll relay my findings here, my humble gift to your bellies. Cheers.
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