Recipe Box Stories

It’s my first post, baby!

If you don’t know me, I’m Megan. I’m a thirty-something chick living in Ohio with my cute, courageous little boy. It only took me approximately one million years to get started in this food blogging business, and I am terribly excited to see where it takes me.

I like to say I’ve lived a dozen lifetimes. Or maybe 9. I’m kind of like a cat, I guess. But in all seriousness, I’ve been through some really tough stuff over the course of the last 10 years or so, and I have a lot of stories to tell about it.

I’ve experienced the highest of extreme highs, and the lowest of extreme despair. But somehow, despite what seems like my best efforts to self-sabotage, I just keep surviving.

It’s crazy. I mean, if I had a dollar for every time someone has told me I should write a book I’d have at least, like, 20 dollars. That’s enough inspiration to start a blog for me!

I’ve loved words as long as I can remember (singing, writing, foreign languages, poetry), and I’ve loved to cook as long as I can remember. My mom was really good about involving me in the kitchen and teaching me the basics. My dad once said that my biggest concern was when and where I would get my next meal, and he was absolutely, one hundred percent right about that.

I know there are some people (the super healthy types) who say that you should “eat to live, not live to eat”. I like to think I achieve a balance somewhere between that sentiment and “I make love to every single solitary bite of my food”.

So here’s the deal: this blog is my sacred space where I will share delicious recipes and (hopefully) thought-provoking anecdotes in accompaniment.I can’t guarantee that my recipes will always be healthy or that they will fit into whatever diet plan or lifestyle that you assume. But I can promise you that my recipes will always be authentic.

Some of my food will be dreamed up from scratch, and some of it will be inspired by family heirloom recipes, cultural reminders of the people who have entered and exited my life, or other foodies and chefs that have taught me something about cooking in my years on this earth.

And while I can’t promise you that every story I share will be a knee-slapper or a tear-jerker, I can guarantee that every story will be my truth.

I’ve felt myself undergoing a transformation over the last several years, and I truly feel that there is no better time than now to begin this food blogging journey. It took me a LONG time to feel comfortable enough with myself to take this plunge. And while I wish I had started sooner, I’m looking forward to putting my truths into the universe.

I want to share hope and entertainment, and you’ll see that in the form of recipes that are attached to memories of love, loss, sadness and hope, effort and failure, more failure, resilience, and growth.

This ride may be bumpy, but it will certainly be tasty. And if nothing else – if absolutely nothing else – I have left your hearts warmed, your mouths watering, and your kitchens messy, then I’ll know I’ve done my job. Stay tuned.