A true love of food, history and all that is unusual.
~Time Travel One Teaspoon at a Time~ What a taboo being a 20-something girl living in New York City!
I have a confession to make:
I am a girl who really likes food and actually EATS it. Well, that’s who I am and I have always danced to a different beat when it comes to food. When I say I like food, I don’t mean gluten free soy cookies dipped in chia seeds. I like real food. In fact, the more exotic and bizarre the better. I am in love with the kind of food that has heart and history, gives us a
n identity, and connects us with each other and our roots in a way that nothing else can. When we taste something from our past we are taking part in an experience that is identical to that of our grandmothers, great grandmothers and great-great grandmothers. We overcome the boundaries of time and distance and we are suddenly there. My Nonni’s Sunday "gravy" (pasta sauce) always had "cotenna" in it, which is basically pork skin and it always came with a story, the same background story and I never got tired of it. Picture a slightly plump 11 year old girl with frizzy hair eating something that most kids wouldn't touch with a 10 foot pole. That was me. They ate it because it was cheap and they had to afford a life in America – I eat it because I’m proud of that. Needless to say, eating food like that didn't exactly make me a cool kid, but I didn't care. I bring that undying unapologetic attitude to The Voracious Vintage. Enough about me, I’m here to share my passion with you, honestly and sincerely. Whether it’s fish and chips in England, Korean kimchi, or cotenna in your grandma’s kitchen, food is a time machine. So sit back as I take you through time and country to engage with our roots – I promise I’ll be more gentle than an NYC cab :)
