Drumrolls pleaase..here we present the “My Fork and I” legacy posts, the ones I am manually re-posting since I can’t reconnect to the old database. You would think that I’m afraid to finally pick up that keyboard and start typing up a new entry. With this WordPress upgrade, I have decided to go the gallery-less route for now.
My back hurts from hunching over in my chair at work =(
“My Fork and I” Legacy Post –
Yet another food blog, you might ask??
Welcome to “My Fork and I”.
This blog is still searching for its purpose. Purpose. It’s that little flame that lights a fire under your ass. (Avenue Q reference!) I had considered creating one for the past year ever since my friend Jessie did, but I ended up creating a blog for my Florence adventures instead. (Haha which unfortunately became defunct two months in). I never gave up my increasing interest in taking photos of the food I had though, something my friends can attest to. I always carried my handy dandy Canon Powershot A610 with me, most appropriately dubbed “The Brick”.
As a result, I accumulated more food pictures than I knew what to do with them… Just merely opening up a gallery and uploading all of them didn’t seem to give them fair justice, though I also realized how difficult it would be to blog about food eaten almost a year ago.
As I write this, this blog’s purpose slowly forms in my mind. I hope this new food blog will somehow come to be a cumulation of interesting food I try from here on forward, recipes I attempt as a newbie cook, and “food porn” specials covering in lesser detail the multitude of photos I have in my collection.
Oh food. How I love thee. Especially in New York City.
I've been told that a certain smile breaks across my face whenever the subject of food is brought up, a smile that radiates the purest forms of delight and happiness. Food transcends beyond the smell and taste of what's presented in front of me; it's an experience to be enjoyed, indulged, shared with those I love. Working and living in NYC continually opens culinary doors, from hole-in-the-walls to upscale (even stuffy) dining. I never take any morsel of food for granted, and I'm often THAT girl at the table found licking her plate at the end of the meal.
