Food, glorious food.

Have you ever woken up and questioned when exactly it was that you let yourself go?

I probably have. Then I remember that the daunting little question is moot because I’ve been in a constant state of eating since before I even had teeth. It seems old habits die hard. Here’s a little proof for you.
I was raised in a family of foodies. I blame them entirely for my consumption patterns such as waking up ravenous every morning with breakfast on the mind. Or planning dinners about three nights in advance. Or generally grazing throughout the day. It came as no surprise while rummaging through old family albums that about 50% of all childhood pictures taken involved plump little fingers maneuvering some tasty morsel to a welcoming mouth.
20 Cherries Crisps
They say that once you find something you love doing, you’ll never work a day in your life. I don’t think I’d fare particularly well as a professional eater, I don’t have the gag reflex for it, but the industry draws me in. I was fortunate enough to be able to assist in a Restaurant & Bar PR and Marketing agency recently, which opened my eyes to some of the fantastic culinary delights that London has to offer, as well as my enthusiasm for the vocation. This is something I’d like to pursue and will hopefully get the chance to document here as I go along.

“What do you like to do in your free time?” people ask me. *
Well, I eat. **

* Genuine interview question.
** Genuine answer.


2 thoughts on “Food, glorious food.

  1. My mom used to call me Rolly (as in the chubby one in 101 Dalmatians) because I was – and still am – consistently hungry.


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