My grandmother liked to boast to her friends at the Canasta table that at ten years old I was a “good eater.” She considered it a talent in the same way Mrs. Berman’s granddaughter played the flute.
I remained a good eater, but over the years food evolved from something I simply ate, into something I had a “relationship” with. A complex, exasperating relationship more frustrating than any bad boyfriend, and it’s gone on for decades.
I have lived with this love/hate affair of food-obsession from high school to college, from acting classes in New York, to cooking school in Paris. It’s stuck with me through all the jobs on my multi-page resume; from restaurant pastry chef to film company admin; from improv comic to kosher caterer.
So here I am in my 50’s, completely exhausted. Happily, I’ve landed in front of my computer. I hope Such A Good Eater will be the place I write and connect with others for whom food is both comfort and balm, bully and browbeater.
I live, write, and eat in the Maryland suburbs of DC with my exceptionally good-natured husband. We have two children. There are also a couple of overweight dogs with such strong self-esteem, they don’t care if you think they’re fat.
Thanks for asking,