Anyone who knows me knows that I get way too excited about food. I love the stories that originate from the producers and growers, the hustle and bustle of a market, the history and traditions that emanate from culturally significant products, the sights and smells of artisan delicacies.

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So one day, my best friend and I are talking over the second  third glass bottle of wine, and I let slip that I’ve started to dabble in recipe writing. I, foolish and naive being that I am, begin to babble some nonsense about how easy it would be to put together a cookbook.

She, having consumed the same amount of fermented grape juice that I had, very foolishly proffers how simple it would be to become the graphic designer, the artist, and the photographer behind said cookbook.

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Turns out, it’s a little harder than we thought it would be to put together a cookbook. Who’d have thought it. Thank god my ridiculously talented friend KI stuck around to take these beautiful photos.

Hopefully in a year, or two, there will be some more photos and recipes to share!