Who am I?
Excellent question.
I might have to get back to you on that one.
You see, I haven’t really figured it all out yet.
Which is where this blog comes in. Hoping it’ll shed some light on the subject, and I don’t mean for you. I mean, for me.
But as of right now, I can tell you this:
I’m a writer.
A young, single mom.
I eat and cook, a lot. Does that make me a cook? Not really. Does that make this a food blog? Not at all. But I love food, so I will talk about it, often. That will just have to be enough for you.
I wear dresses alot, but I’m not girly. They’re just easy. And, I'm lazy.
I am underpaid and overworked. Oh, you are too? No way! We should hang out.
I love the outdoors but see it far too infrequently.
I got to movies by myself, not because I lends an aura of mystery, but simply because I like to do things by myself. Who cares what you want to see? I want to see this. And sit in this seat. And sneak in snacks.
Oh, and I’m a halfsie. That means that, racially-speaking, I am half African-American and half Caucasian.
Why is this relevant?
Well, if you are a person of mixed race or ethnicity, you already know why. So you shouldn’t really be asking.
If you are not, the answer is, simply, that being an amalgamation of two (or more!) different cultures, backgrounds, histories, countries, and colors creates one confusing existence. It is a beautiful, enriching and fulfilling existence, but one that creates, often times, an internal struggle, one in which the outside does not reflect what the inside feels, or how others believe the inside should act. It creates conflicts that rarely have an actual resolution, and sometimes a feeling of belonging too many places, or not enough, or both. (Yes, you can feel both too included and not included at all, at the same time. Trust me).
It also creates a head full of incredibly unruly hair.
And a girl to whom people often ask inappropriate questions because they can’t visually figure her out.
And a girl who others think is lost while shopping in the Jewish kosher market.
And a girl who loves to eat things like knishes, and ruggalach, and gefilte fish…
And also things like sweet potato pie, and collards, and grits.
So, follow along, if you’re still interested, as I try to figure out what the hell I want to do with myself, how I can not be so broke all the time, and what I eat along the way.
I’ll try to make it good.
