I’m so glad you’re here with me on this food blog voyage!
Whether it’s just down the street or across the world, I have always found the need to travel. While I call Seattle home, I’m currently getting my degree in Music Education in the American South. Murfreesboro, Tennessee to be precise.
I am a pianist, a vocalist, a conductor, and (most importantly) a teacher. While the course loads are overwhelming, I have always felt so blessed to get to spend the day doing what I love–how many other people get to learn four instruments a semester and immerse themselves in beautiful music for a grade?!
When I’m not practicing or working at Starbucks, I’m either planning a trip or in the middle of one! Whether it’s supporting my beau as he performs around the country, going on trips with my university, or flying solo, I’m obsessed with living life to the fullest. Life is too short to do anything else.
Actually, my constant wanderlust is exactly what got this blog started…
The summer of my sophomore year in college, I went on a 10-week adventure throughout Europe sleeping in tents, hostels, trains, train stations, under stranger’s beds, and in mansions. While there, I sought out musical sites and experiences throughout nine countries to the extent of my limited budget.
If that sounds like it was an overly ambitious trip, well… you’re absolutely correct: I couldn’t afford it—despite extremely generous donations from friends and family, as well as a scholarship from my university. I constantly was faced with the choice whether to spend money on food, room, or musical experiences. The clear choice was always the experiences because (as they say in the vernacular), Y.O.L.O.
Once, after trying to find an affordable place to eat in the Interlaken part of the Swiss Alps, I resorted to going to a grocery store, buying a block of cheese and a loaf of hardy bread, and taking a doggie poop bag from the trail to keep my cheese fresh and unsmelly. It was that, or miss out on hiking down the alps to the underground Trummelbach falls.
Later in Norway, I resorted to a can of spaghetti-o’s and a loaf of bread (which I augmented via scraps or bread that people had left behind at the bread slicer), which lasted me longer than I care to admit. Luckily, I also managed to find a wonderful host while I was there that fed me some absolutely phenomenal food (including a caviar spread for breakfast!)
I guess the old adage is true: you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone.
Perhaps because I couldn’t turn down free food when my resources were so scarce, I also tried foods I had never had or heard of before—when the people you stay with offer you a special meal with giant shrimp in it, or a breakfast with caviar… well, you eat it (and usually like it!). I truly had some life changing meals while abroad, and this new love affair with food has remained with me ever since I’ve returned home.
Now that I’m back in the states, I’ve taken up cooking, baking, and other food-related projects as a welcome relief from the endless cycle of practicing and studying. I’ve come a long way—my roommate can tell you stories over how excited I was to make pancakes for the first time in the residence halls, and my boyfriend can tell you how I struggled to make scrambled eggs and omelets for ages—and I’m still learning daily. One thing is for sure, though: I don’t take any of it for granted.
I look forward to sharing my adventures in the kitchen (and maybe a few current travel photos) with you all—and to get to know you!