The title statement of this post is true. I do indeed have an edible complex. This does not mean I want to eat my parents. Well, not when I have a twelve year old, and two month old baby toes to eat instead. Cannibalism aside, I love food. Having a love for food is not what an edible complex is all about, though I think it helps. If seven of your nine indoor plants are of the edible variety you might have an edible complex. Especially if your wife is responsible for the two that are not food. If you think a person is crazy for not planting a fruit tree in their parking strip, instead opting for the "yeah sure it's beautiful, but you can't eat it" Maple, then you might have an edible complex. If you have all your co-workers go in on the price of wholesale pork bellies, then cure the forty pounds of the bacon-to-be using all the space in the way too small rental house fridge... I may not have to say the rest. I am certain that there are people that have far superior complexes to mine, but it is not the point of this blog.
I want to blog food. I want to talk food. I want to show food. I want to eat food and then talk about it. I want to do video segments on food and techniques that I might already know or just learned myself. Once a month I would like to pair a dining experience with a film review. This blog will be about food.
Nothing excites me the way food does. I love the way it brings people together, and then back for seconds. I look forward to the changing seasons and the unique harvest each one brings to the table. To this day I am teased by my Mother for the fact that every memory I have from my childhood being associated with a food, every location paired with what we ate.
Since the age of nine I have I have been trying to make people happy with the food I prepared. While in High School my Mom got me French cooking classes at a local Community College. A fellow participant in the class owned a restaurant and asked if I wanted a job. I quickly accepted the job and from that point on I have been working with food in some capacity; I was 17, and I am 35 now.
THIS BLOG IS A FOOD BLOG!
