Siblings.

Thought for Food

It all started when we took our first bite. Seriously, dear eaters, it’s nearly an affliction. Born, not only to nosh, but with a genetic-level fascination with cooking, new flavors, and everything concerning cuisine. In our house we spoke about food. On the one hand, it was our safe space, on the other hand it blossomed in to a genuine passion. Clock all our conversations and food is going to make up at least 50% of them (conservative estimate). 

If you knew us, you’d see we are not emotional or affectionate. We channel all that business through our shared enthusiasm for food. We don’t hug–we share dishes. And, now, in a rare leap of pseudo-extroversion, we thought we would share our foodventures with you. And not just because the people we know are sick of hearing us talk about food, food, food. How can this be bad?  

We tried our first chicken foot in our formative years. Admittedly, we had to do a lot more forming before we actually liked them. Now, they are a piece of cake. If cake was bony and cartilaginous. Do we have our predilections? Absolutely. Could we eat Gramigna (more on that later), Pad Kaprow, Cheese Pizza (sufficiently thin, cheesy, and crispy), and Soy Sauce Chow Mein (no, not that one) every day? Sure. But we also want to try all sorts of new things, and moving forward we will try to be even more adventurous and share our passion for all the eats (and occasionally beverages) with you.

Let’s eat!