I am a lover of the written word and an even greater lover of great cuisine.
In my day job, I help heal people. With this other job, I let food and drink heal me.
I come from a family of great cooks and even better eaters.
I will not apologize for loving foie gras. Offal meats are not awful.
I am neutral in the "which coast is the best coast" debate, having lived on both.
I have a great metabolism, thanks to Asian genes. Don't be hatin'!
I love “Yellow Label” Veuve Clicquot champagne, especially when served in red Solo plastic cups.
If I’m in a pub, I can guarantee that I have a pint of Guinness in one hand, quite possibly both.
I love chewy bacon.
I can be bribed with a great bread pudding, an Oaky Cabernet, or a cuts-like-buttah piece of steak.
I cannot be bribed into eating pickles. Ever.
I have been known to do the fist pump when I bite into something delightful.
I want to own a “chain” of bed & breakfasts all over the U.S. and Canada.
I am happy just about all the time, but I am happiest when surrounded with friends and family at the table. Talk about fist-pumping then!
