Hello! My name is Mary Beth and I am seriously food obsessed. When I wake up in the morning, I immediately begin to think about what I want to eat for dinner. When my friends ask me what I did over the weekend, I tend to launch into a detailed description of the new recipe I experimented with Sunday afternoon. And I don’t spend my money on clothes, electronics, or new cars- no, pretty much every dime I have goes to trying new restaurants. Or traveling…so that I can try a new restaurant in a novel location. Also, to the farmer’s market, the butcher, the wine and cheese shop….you get the picture.

 A little bit of background

 I wasn’t always an adventurous eater.  In fact, my diet up until my mid twenties was downright shameful. I lived on cheese, bread, and meat. I considered potatoes cooked in a number of variations to be the only kind of vegetable necessary. In college, the frozen food section kept me alive, and all of my food plates had a definite “beige” colored theme.

 My world began to change a bit when I moved to San Francisco in 2005 for graduate school. I was suddenly surrounded by an endless variety of new and exciting cuisines. Suddenly, I had access to fresh seafood, Asian markets, and hip and trendy restaurants. In theory anyway.

 I would like to say I immediately dove into my new world with an open mind and enthusiasm. But it didn’t quite happen that way. My journey was much slower. The thing about grad students is, they don’t have a lot of time to eat, let alone have fun. As a student pursuing a doctorate in clinical psychology, my life was all about school. I worked a part-time job, an internship, and attended full-time classes. I ate breakfast sandwiches on the go and carried bags of cereal with me for snacks. I was constantly anxious, and never had a day off. Even though I was in an amazing city, I rarely had time to enjoy what was around me. Yet, a seed had been planted. I dreamed of the day I would “have time” to cook more, explore new restaurants, and really dive into the culinary world.

Moving to Las Vegas- and reevaluating my life choices

 As all grad students are promised, it got better. In 2011, I graduated from my program and moved to Las Vegas for a post-doctoral internship. Though work and the process of becoming a licensed clinical psychologist continued to consume a great deal of time, I finally found a small measure of freedom. In my brand new single apartment, I began to cook. I made myself grand meals that took hours to prepare, partially because I finally didn’t have to share a kitchen with roommates, but mostly because I didn’t know another soul in my new city. With no distractions, and no friends, I had plenty of time to devote to the hobby I had always wanted.

By 2013, life had moved quickly. I obtained my psychologist’s license, became engaged, started a private psychology practice, and in a weird turn of events, also began a website marketing business with my fiancee. I had completed a goal that I had been working towards for eight years, but a funny thing began to happen. I started to question whether or not I truly wanted to be a psychologist long-term. With a new web based business, I could control my hours, work from anywhere, hang with my dogs, and troll the internet for food blogs. For years I had had one singular goal- finish school- but now that it had been completed, I found there were other ways I wanted to spend my time.

What this blog is all about

Long story short, after a year of running my own practice, I wound it down and shut the doors. I also recently married my fiancee and business partner in Coronado, CA. With our business on track, I have decided to begin a blog to learn more and chronicle my journey of things that interest me. Mainly, cooking, exploring local restaurants, and checking out the regional cuisine in new cities.

But above all else, this blog is about trying something new and not waiting for “some day” to learn. I want to master the type of cooking that seems magical and impossible to me. I want to make pies from scratch, roll homemade pasta, can and pickle with the best of them, freeze stocks, break down fish, and know what to do with those odd cuts of meat that you rarely see anymore. I’ve never done any of the above, so I have my work cut out for me. I want to eat outside of the box, and try the foods that might sound slightly questionable, because really, what is the worst that could happen? After waiting for “some day” to come, I am ready to get cooking. I would be thrilled if you join me on my journey along the way.


Mary Beth

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