I am Allison, the granddaughter of both a restaurateur and a filmmaker, respectively. I feel that it is truly ingrained to my DNA to one, love cooking food, and two, choose to visually document it.
Once upon a time, I had a dream. At about the age of eight, I decided I wanted to cook for a living. Granted, by that age, I had also wanted to be a nurse, an artist, a secretary, a meteorologist, and a Dirty Dancer, but “chef” seemed to stick with me for quite a long time. I loved listening to my mother tell stories about my Grandpa Johnny’s old restaurant and how my Italian great-grandmother used to make roughly a dozen pies a day for him over the course of four decades. I delighted over trying duck pizza with my dad’s parents at St. Andrew’s Cafe at the Culinary Institute of America. I marveled at my Nana Peg’s chocolate sauces, my grandma Mamie’s schaum tortes and Vichyssoise, and my Nana Fracaro’s homemade chicken soups and risottos.
As I approached my post-high school years, I excitedly applied to various culinary schools. In addition, I scored a sous chef internship at a small bistro, located in my hometown in Northwestern Connecticut. Then…I had a reality check. It was August 18th, 2001. I was in Burlington, Vermont, visiting the New England Culinary Institute with my mother. (So young, so idealistic.) Upon said visit, I became extremely dismayed with the courses and work loads, querying my decisions and not keen to the idea of attending a weekly baking science class from 1 a.m – 5 a.m. By the end of 2001, my work in that bistro’s kitchen opened my eyes to what my future could be, and I did not picture myself in a restaurant anymore. I dramatically cried my then-seventeen year old eyes out, not sure what I’d do with my life, convinced I had failed and would go nowhere. (Seventeen = dramatic. Everything was the be-all, end-all at that juncture.) I turned down two culinary schools I had been accepted to and opted for a small all-women’s liberal arts college in Massachusetts. After graduating with my BA in Liberal Studies in 2006, I worked for two+ years as an assistant office manager at a small start-up real estate brokerage in Salisbury, Connecticut. In 2009, I landed a position as a data collector and staff educator for the Department of Infection Prevention & Control at a major New York City teaching hospital. Finally, I returned to my undergrad alma mater, Bay Path, and, via the convenient wonder of online higher education, achieved my Masters of Science in Communication & Information Management in 2014. I currently spend my days as a data analyst for that same hospital department, despite the fact that numbers and I are, at times, like oil and water.
See? Those childhood dreams don’t always pan out. That’s not to say you can’t go for a variation of it years later.
At the end of the day, I am just another Millennial female that loves to cook and loves to photograph the end result. I no longer worry about my next door neighbors being able to look in my kitchen window, silently scratching their heads while I’m adjusting lights, food items, and decorative kitchen towels for a perfect shot. When I’m not painstakingly photographing yet another homemade chia pudding in my kitchen, I am engaged in one of the follow activities: awkwardly attempting HIIT exercies at the gym while listening to copious amounts of Run The Jewels, finding the next awesome restaurant to Instagram about with like-minded compadres, viciously correcting anyone who misquotes episodes of “The Simpsons” prior to Season 10, asking this random guy I’ve known for a few years to get me some Cabot cheddar and saltines followed by a shoulder rub, reading books about absurd medical facts and biological warfare, and wishing that “Broad City” was a universe I actually existed in.
Unlike most food bloggers, I am not a chocoholic, not a hardcore wine lover, nor religious in any way, though I hope those facts will not deter you from sticking around.
Do you care to seek satiation with me?