About Me, Amy Cowley

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You may remember me from my previous blog.  Feel free to view the old content here

Let me start with a clarification.  The word, “grumblings” may infer that my website will be focused on complaints and discontent.  This is inaccurate.  “Grumblings” according to my own inner dictionary, is the noise my stomach makes when it is hungry and crying out to be fed.   I don’t do well with hunger.  Hunger is a feeling that makes me unhappy.  It puts me on edge.  Debatably, it makes me unpleasant to be around.  My belly grumbles when it is hungry.  Hence, my word choice.

I am somewhat greedy.  Now, do not misconstrue.  I am happy to share food (to an extent).  But I do like as much of a good thing as I can get.  That’s just human nature, right?  One definition of “greedy” explains the adjective as “excessively desirous of acquiring or possessing, especially wishing to possess more than what one needs or deserves”.   I would argue that I, as do we all, need and deserve great food in abundance.  If that makes me greedy, so be it.  I concede.

So hopefully I have already started to explain who I am.  For as long as I can remember, I have had two passions—food and writing. Food has not come first by accident.  I absolutely adore food and all things food related.   A running joke in my family has always been that I can remember everything I have ever eaten, anywhere in the world.  Now, I do not necessarily think this is still completely true (and on this site, I will be completely truthful, regardless), but I do have an uncanny memory of meals.  Food has been an ongoing love affair since the day I grew teeth.

I also love to write.  I love words.  I love people who know how to use words to their advantage.  I love the fun you can have with words and the way writing can make you feel both relieved and alive.  I love when people are enthralled by my words (whether written or otherwise).  It’s a sense of power and pride when someone is touched by words I have put to paper.

So, it’s only natural that I write about food.

I am not a chef.  I have no formal food background other than being brought up by a family who also loves their grub and the fact that I surround myself with food as much as possible.  I know what makes people like their food.  I pay attention.  I can tell my sister that she doesn’t like a steak sandwich because it has rosemary in the steak marinade.  She forgets she doesn’t like rosemary, but I don’t.  Rosemary is not just a detail; it’s a crucial part to her lunch and to what makes her taste buds tick.  I notice.

This website is an insight into what I eat, what I cook, where I go.  I cannot promise you any definitive number of recipes or travel reviews.  The posts will be as often as I am inspired.  Fear not, as I am inspired really quite often.  I hope that my words and love of food will inspire you as I have been inspired.  I hope that you will also share your thoughts with me.  Send me your recipes and any great little restaurant finds, wherever they might be.  I always want to know.

George Bernard Shaw once said, “There is no sincerer love than the love of food”.  I cannot argue.  I will not argue.  I will use this website as a tool to demonstrate how strong my love for food is, how greedy I can be, and how much my stomach really does grumble.  I hope along the way I might make your stomach grumble too.

We shall see.