Mise en place isn’t just a state of mind, it’s a way of life.

It's amazing how easily we can believe our own lies. Throughout my many years of school, each time I received an assignment I would tell myself I was going to start it early, and work on it a little each day. And I would seriously, honest-to-God, truly believe that this was what I was going to do. But ten times out of ten I would leave it to the last night. Which I would then spend working furiously, fueled by Red Bulls, cigarettes, and the sudden inspiration that stems from sheer necessity. The fact that I always received high grades on my assignments further confirmed that this wasn’t necessarily a bad method.

Procrastination bled into other areas of my life as well. I would wait until the last minute to pack for a trip. Forget to get my car smog checked before my registration was due.  Even wait until I was on my very last pair of contacts before I ordered more. And unlike homework assignments, procrastinating in daily life hardly worked out well. At best, I’d manage to complete the task in the nick of time with a lot of added stress and pressure, but more often, I would miss the deadline and end up paying late fees, or walking around blind for a few days.

When I began to read food literature, and especially once I entered culinary school, this all came to an end. As if by miracle, I completely transformed into someone who was always prepared, never arrived anywhere less than ten minutes early, and dealt with tasks that came up immediately when they occurred. It wasn’t a miracle, but in fact, the concept of mise en place.

There’s a saying about French cooking that the first and last thing in the pan is always butter. Well, in culinary school, the first and last words out of your Chef Instructor’s mouth are always mise en place. Mise en place refers to the state of preparedness- both in the kitchen and in one’s mind. At it’s simplest, it means everything in it’s place.

In practice this means that before you begin cooking a dish, you gather and organize all of the ingredients and equipment you will need so they are right at hand when you are cooking. It means that before service, your nine pans are all filled with the components of your dishes, your station is set up precisely the way you have memorized, and each item on your prep list is neatly crossed off. Most of all it means your mind is clear, and your thoughts are straightforward and focused solely on the task at hand.

Mise en place is the only thing that keeps you from slipping into the weeds during a crazy rush, and it is the only thing that keeps your head from spinning when you have nine orders to fire at once. What this taught me was that even the most difficult of tasks can be accomplished as long as you are properly prepared. That if you look ahead, assess what might become a problem, and prepare for it before it has even occurred, your life will run smoothly.

So, I began to try out the idea of mise en place outside the kitchen. When I had to go somewhere new, I made sure to leave a half an hour early in case I got lost. When I received important documents, I filed them so I would be able to find them later. When I was embarking on a trip, I packed a day early and made sure my itinerary and traveling documents were easily at hand. And you know what? Just like in the kitchen, it made my life ten times easier.

It takes some effort and motivation early on, but saves so much wasted time and stress later that I can’t believe I used to live any other way. Now the approach of a looming deadline isn’t what inspires me; instead, it’s that feeling of perfect assuredness, of knowing that I am ready for anything. Of course, bad habits do creep back up, and occasionally I find myself writing something the morning I’d planned on posting it- like this blog entry perhaps? :)

Until the next bite,
Jenn

Chimichurri Sauce

This is one of my favorite toppings for almost anything- fish, chicken, steak, quesadillas, beans, soup... I have yet to find an end to the list! 

Makes: about a cup and a half

Time: 10 minutes

Ingredients:

1 cup packed fresh parsley 

1 cup packed fresh cilantro

¼ cup oregano leaves

6 cloves garlic

2 Tablespoons chopped onion

½ cup olive oil

2 Tablespoons red wine vinegar

2 Tablespoons lime juice

salt to taste

chili flakes to taste

Method:

Pulse your garlic and onion in a food processor until finely minced.

Next add the herbs, and once again pulse a few times until chopped well. 

Transfer everything to a medium bowl, and begin whisking in the oil and acids. If you want a more cohesive spread-like consistency you can also add the liquids while everything is running in the food processor, though that is slightly less traditional. 

Season with salt and chili flakes until the flavor is to your liking, and begin dolloping this sauce on everything you eat from here on out. 

Creamy Corn and Chipotle Soup with Chimichurri Sauce

This is what corn looks like after it sits in your hanging produce basket while you lay prone on the couch for a week.

First off, I want to apologize for the sudden week of silence.  I managed to seriously screw up my back at work and have since been totally out of commission. I’m finally feeling good again though and thrilled to be back in the kitchen! This recipe is a version of one I made at a fine-dining restaurant I used to work at, and it was always, hands-down the most popular menu item. Guests would start requesting it the second Spring started to wrap up, and when we did end a service with some left in the walk-in (which wasn’t often) the servers were sure to finish it off that night.  As a result, I spent a good part of every day shucking and cleaning corn. Fortunately for this dish however, the corn doesn’t have to be clean of all hair as the soup is strained through a chinoise before plating. The flavor and texture of the end result is so addictively good though, it would honestly be worth hours of hair picking!

Makes: 4-6 servings
Time: 45 minutes

Ingredients:

1 large onion
4 garlic cloves
1 Tablespoon of olive oil, grapeseed oil, or basically whatever kind of fat you most prefer
8 large corn on the cob
2 cups heavy cream
3 cups whole milk
3 dried chipotle peppers
10 or so peppercorns
3 cloves
2 bay leaves
salt to taste
lime juice to taste

chimichurri sauce for garnish
chile oil for garnish

Method:

First, shuck your corn and cut the kernels from the cob.

Next dice your onion into ½ inch pieces, and slice your garlic cloves. Saute these in the olive oil until they take on a golden color.

Next add the corn, cream and milk.

Tie the chipotle peppers, peppercorns, cloves, and bay leaves in a square of cheesecloth, or place them in a tea ball, then add them to the pot.

Lower your heat and be sure to stir frequently as the cream and milk both love to scald. Also keep an eye out for boiling over, as once the dairy begins to simmer it will foam up and begin to rise unbelievably quickly.

After about 30 minutes of simmering, the corn should be nice and soft, and ready to be pureed. You can use either an immersion blender or stand mixer, but either way be sure to pull out the aromatics first.

Once blended, pour/push the soup through a fine-meshed strainer and toss out the chunky residue that is left behind.  Taste the resulting sweet, white silkiness and season with salt and lime juice accordingly to your preferences. Garnish with some chimichurri sauce and perhaps a spoonful of chili oil if you like heat, and devour! (Feel free to lick the bowl, no will blame you.)

Just because it hurts, doesn't mean you quit.

Thank God, I thought to myself as I looked around the nearly clean kitchen. Looks like we’ll get to go home soon.

It was my first day back in a kitchen after a 2 month long vacation/job hunt, and while the day had only lasted about 9 1/2 hours, it had been rougher than I remembered. I have a tendency to romanticize things in my head and looked fondly back on my last job as pure sunshine and fun, forgetting all the frustration. But now with my sore shoulders, aching lower back, and pounding headache, I remembered the reality. It was a well-earned, familiar kind of pain, but that didn’t make it hurt less.

Our crew stood waiting for the Chef to inspect the kitchen and walk-ins before dismissing us for the night. Unfortunately, we weren’t so lucky this evening.

“What the fuck is this? Who prepped the corn? It’s still covered in fucking hairs!” Chef appeared in the doorway of the larger walk-in, shaking a cob in his hand. “Everyone grab a lexan, now!”

There were 18 lexans with over a 100 cobs in each and 9 of us. Shit.

Everyone put down their knife rolls, and rebuttoned their jackets. Without a word we all did exactly as we were told, circled around a table, and began picking the cobs clean of hairs. As the clock crept closer and closer towards the early morning hours, the silence dissolved into laughter as one by one people began joking around, and giving each other some affectionate shit. The later it got the louder and more joyful we became, laughing harder and longer, because, well, we were stuck here no matter what so we might as well try to enjoy it.

But despite the laughter I was grimacing with pain on the inside. My back was aching, and with every pinch of a hair my thumb and forefinger burned worse, then eventually began to tingle with numbness. Yet the thought never even occurred to me to stop, not even for a second.

It was the first time I had ever worked with these guys, I had to prove I could handle it. More importantly, I had to prove to myself I could handle it. All of my past work experience had been in fine-dining and at small catering companies. This kitchen was extremely high-volume, producing food at a level I had never experienced before, and I certainly had my own doubts on whether or not I could hack it. So I pushed back against the pain, laughed a little harder at the jokes, and challenged myself to clean the corn even quicker.

I noticed a couple of other guys stretch their backs a bit, or crack their necks. But not one of them complained, everyone just kept on cleaning corn. Mainly because stopping wasn’t a choice. It had to get done, period, and we were the only ones to do it.

It’s times in the kitchen like these, when I feel like a complete disaster and hardship has occurred, that I try to remember that actual tragedies and disasters are occurring all over the world.  Every day people endure real moments of challenge. Events that truly test one’s strength and endurance. Times when you discover if you really can keep going despite the fact that everything around you has shifted or disappeared. And I’ve found, that when it feels like your world has ended, if you can keep on breathing, keep on pushing despite the pain; then in the end, it will always be alright. There will always be another moment of joy, and happiness, and laughter, if only you just keep going.

Until the next bite,
Jenn

This? Is what pure joy looks like. Also known as my dog Butter with a rib-eye bone. 

Things that stop me in my tracks, even if it's just to drool.

Oh Summer, I love you! 

Artichokes Stuffed with Caponata

This dish is absolutely perfect for a warm summer evening, when you are feeling totally relaxed and have nothing other to do than linger over a great meal, enjoying the taste of each leaf as you slowly scrape it’s meat and caponata-stuffing off with your teeth. Artichokes are not a quick food to prep or eat, but that just ensures you will take the time to notice how fantastic these are.

This recipe calls for garlic confit, which is incredibly easy to make, and if you like garlic, is going to be your new crack. It tastes amazing in basically anything, but especially by itself on some good bread. Plus the oil preserves the garlic so you can make a big batch to pull from for weeks. All you need to do is place your peeled cloves in a small pot, cover them with oil, and bring the oil to a very low simmer. Small bubbles should rise to the surface slowly, you don’t want to deep fry the garlic. Maintain the low simmer until a knife or tester slides easily in and out of the cloves. Cool the garlic in its oil, and voila!

Makes: about 4 servings
Time: 35 minutes

Ingredients:
4 mini artichokes (You can use 2 large ones as well and it should work out the same)

1 medium/small eggplant
3 lipstick peppers
2 gypsy peppers
1 sprig rosemary
6 sprigs thyme
salt, freshly cracked black pepper, and olive oil as needed
10 cloves garlic confit
2 Tbsp. garlic confit oil
1 Tbsp. red wine vinegar
2 Tbsp. chopped fresh Basil
1 Tbsp. chopped fresh Oregano
1 tsp. lemon juice

¼ cup parmesan cheese

Method:

Pre-heat your oven to 425 F. Next, fill a large pot half-way with water, and bring it to a boil.

Now for veggie prep. First clean your artichokes- cut off the top ¼ inch and the very end of the stem as well. Peel off any small extra leaves on the base, and clip off each of the large leaf tips with scissors. (Try not to stab yourself!) When finished, wash your hands because they are covered in bitter artichoke dust- trust me, I lick my fingers enough to know.

Next clean your peppers- cut off the stems, cut them each in half lengthwise, and remove the pith and seeds.

Finally, dice your eggplant into ½ inch cubes, and discard the stem and leaves.

Toss your eggplant and peppers with olive oil, salt, and pepper. Place them on a parchment lined baking sheet with the rosemary and thyme. Roast until very soft, and caramelized on the outside. It takes about 15 minutes in my oven (which is about a hundred years old, only heats from the bottom, and always runs hot.)

Right after you place the veggies in the oven, or at the same time if you have four hands, place the artichokes in a steamer basket in the large pot of boiling water. Steam for about 15 minutes, or until the leaves pull easily away. Then run under cold water to stop from over-cooking.

When the veg is finished roasting, let cool a bit, then toss in a bowl with the rest of your herbs, the garlic confit, the garlic confit oil, vinegar, and lemon juice. In order to make this capanta stuffable, you’re going to need to blend it with the immersion blender, or pulse it in a food processor until it is a somewhat chunky dip. While this isn’t exactly traditional, it is absolutely delicious and tastes just as great on bread or other vegetables as it does stuffed in artichokes.

Now to stuff those chokes. Holding the stem, turn each choke upside down and push the cut side down with force onto the cutting board. This will push out the leaves and make space for stuffing. Using a small butter knife, swipe the stuffing in between each layer of leaves, making sure to make your way all the way around. Caponata will probably ooze up and out but thats okay, this will hold the parmesan cheese in place that you’re now sprinkling on the top of the chokes.

Finally, place the chokes back in the oven, upright if possible. You can also throw them on the barbecue if you happen to also be grilling up steaks (you should be). Heat for a good ten minutes to make sure they are hot, and that the cheese has melted and crisped up. Now go, eat, drink, and be merry.

Things that stop me in my tracks, even if it's just to drool.

The epitome of a perfect lunch to linger over- Syrah-soaked Parmigian Regianno, Mortadella, Hobb's Proscuitto, Honeyed Gouda Goat Cheese, Port Salut, Honey-Roasted Figs, Pomegranate Coulis, and Apricot Mustarda. 

Things that stop me in my tracks, even if it's just to drool.

Thanks to pinterest I found this stunning blog, la casa sin tiempo. It contains a gorgeous collection of  food photos that are so beautiful they hardly even need words to accompany them. 

Food Philosophy #4- You have to eat to live, why not live to eat?

“If there was a pill that provided all of my nutritional requirements I would happily take that over eating.”
-Jenn Davis

How could you possibly want to take a capsule over eating these? 

That is something I actually used to say, back when I was still an undergrad. I can hardly believe it now, but keep in mind at the time I felt my limited funds were better spent on drinking-focused activities rather than eating. Plus, the summer I said this blasphemous statement most frequently, I happened to be living at a frat house that had it’s own pool (long story, one I will save for another time). Happy side effect of subsisting on a mainly liquid diet? You look fantastic in a bikini. I still burst out laughing at the fact that these were actual thoughts I entertained. In my head, and everything. Possibly (probably) even spoke aloud.

Now all of my thoughts consist of, “Oh my god what I’m eating is so fricken good,” or “How far away is the next meal at which I will be able to eat something good? That far? Maybe I should have a snack.”

I am now firmly, without doubt, in the live-to-eat-camp. If it has to do with food? You have my attention. For instance in high school I could never wrap my head around Chemistry, but the moment I read all about proteins and lipids in Harold Mcgee’s book it all made sense. And on top of that? It was actually interesting.

Basically, if we’re going to be straight up honest here, my dearest wish in life is to be able to constantly eat, without ever filling up. I have the heart of the fattest fat kid you will ever meet, and it takes extreme determination to ensure my ass doesn’t grow to match.

Joking aside, I truly believe that eating just for the sake of eating, is important. Of course the end result, of nourishing oneself and satisfying hunger is the key goal, but taking pleasure from the act itself can be soul-satisfying on a different level.

There is nothing I’d rather do more than sit with a loved one and talk over a meal for hours, slowly savoring each bite, maybe taking a few extra even though your stomach is full, just because it tastes good. It’s decadent, its luxurious, and it speaks directly to that underlying desire for complete indulgence. Yes eating is a necessary act, but it’s also a seductive one, and therefore should be enjoyed.

Eating should be deliberate for reasons other than pure pleasure, as well. Have you noticed how when you rush through a meal without really noticing it you still feel hungry after? It’s easy to dash through life, to hurry to the end result and forget to notice the journey. Of course it’s simpler to just cram down a power bar during your drive to work, rather than wake up early and cook an omelet.  But is it really more nourishing? Are you really as satisfied?

Of course in a perfect world we would all be able to whip up gorgeous omelets and savor them slowly in bed, but the fact of the matter is, most of us have jobs. And families. And shit that needs to be dealt with now, not an hour from now when you’ve had your leisurely breakfast. During the week I myself can easily turn into the auto-maton eater, cooking the same breakfast every day, forcing it down just so I can start my day with some protein and vitamins, not because I’m actually hungry or excited to eat. But I also make sure I find time to eat for pleasure and appreciate the experience.

It could be as simple as taking a second to grab some fresh rosemary from the garden to add to my chicken salad, or it could be as elaborate as spending all day in the kitchen cooking a fabulous feast for dinner. And on the days I don’t have time for any of that bullshit? I at least try to stop and notice the nuttiness of my power bar.

Until the next bite,
Jenn

Things that stop me in my tracks, even if it's just to drool.

Food52, usually one of the first websites I visit when 'surfing the web' (is that still a phrase?) has a great  feature called Strange Food History that always has something new and interesting to learn about my favorite topic- all things edible!

Braised and Brined Belly

Pork belly is my all-time favorite pork part, after pork cheeks. In the past I have always made porchetta with it, in an endeavor to emulate the perfect food- RoliRoti. Today however, I was looking for something even more unctuous to top that delicious smoked bread from last week with (I’ve begun making it every week, it’s just so good!) so I decided to brine the belly for a day, before cooking it low and slow in a rich delicious braising liquid that could later become the sauce.

Serves: 6-8
Time: 15 min. prep for brine, 24 hours total brining time’
          30 min. prep for braise, 3.5 hours total braising time

Brine Ingredients:

3 pounds pork belly
½ gallon water
¼ cup sugar
¼ salt
2 Tbsp peppercorns
2 Tbsp allspice berries
2 Tbsp fennel seeds
2 bay leaves

Braise Ingredients:

2 Tbsp grapeseed oil
1 stalk celery
1 small carrot
1 small onion
5 cloves garlic
2 cups apple cider
2 cups chicken stop
1 cup veal stock
½ cup red wine
¼ cup red wine vinegar
2 bay leaves
few sprigs of thyme
Tbsp peppercorns

Method:

In a seriously large container or bowl combine all of the brine ingredients aside from the pork belly and whisk them together. Taste your brining liquid (salty sweet to the max, yes?!) then submerge the pork belly (I used a heavy coffee mug to keep mine under the surface) and refrigerate for 24 hours. I usually talk lovingly to mine every time I open the fridge, but I don’t think that makes a difference.

After 24 hours, pull the pork out and rinse it well. Preheat your oven to 300°F.  In a large dutch oven saute your carrots, onion, celery, and garlic cloves in the grapeseed oil. (You can use any kind of oil with a high smoke point, I’ve just been on a grapeseed kick lately.) Once the mirepoix begins to glimmer with sweat add in your apple cider, chicken stock, veal stock, red wine, and red wine vinegar. Throw in your bay leaves, thyme and peppercorns as well. Bring everything to a simmer, take a taste (blow on it first!) turn off the heat, then slip in the pork belly skin side up.

Cover the dutch oven and place in the oven for 3 hours, turning the pork belly every 45 minutes. The liquid should be just barely simmering, so if it is boiling any harder than that when you take the pork out to flip, turn down the heat. After 3 hours, or whenever your pork belly reaches 160°F, remove the pork from the dutch oven, and let cool.

Strain the braising liquid and reduce until it is napee. Cut the pork belly into cubes, sear on all sides, and place on warm slices of Smoked No-Knead Bread. Drizzle sauce over pork, top with Fennel Apple Slaw and Fig and Lavender Compote, then devour. (Oh, and be sure to lick your fingers!)

Fennel Apple Slaw Laced with Bee Pollen

So recently I discovered a new ingredient, bee pollen. As soon as I heard about it I rushed to order some, since I figured if it was even half as good as fennel pollen, I would love it. It has all sorts of health benefits, but what I’ve fallen for is the taste. It has both a sweet and nutty flavor, and goes especially well with oatmeal and fruit. You can most likely find it at your local farmer’s market, at most health food stores, or online. 

Makes: about 4-6 servings

Time: 30 minutes prep, 1 hour 15 min. total

Ingredients:

½ head cabbage

½ Tbsp. salt

1 bulb fennel

2 granny smith apples

3 Tbsp. extra virgin olive oil

¼ cup cider vinegar

¼ cup raw sugar

½ Tbsp. raw dijon 

½ tsp. chili flakes

½ tsp. bee pollen

Method:

Core you cabbage and slice into into thin strips. Next, place it in a colander in the sink, and toss it with the salt. Let this sit and wilt for the next hour or so. While the cabbage is wilting, julienne your fennel bulb and apples, but be sure to squeeze some lemon juice over them if they are going to sit out for too long. When the cabbage is limp, rinse it extremely well with cold water, then squeeze to release as much liquid as possible. 

Combine the olive oil, vinegar, sugar, dijon, chili flakes, and bee pollen in a pot oven medium heat. Simmer until all ingredients are incorporated. (Taste here!) While this is heating, combine your cabbage, fennel, and apples in a large bowl, then pour the liquid over the vegetables and toss. Place in the fridge until cool, and enjoy. 

Fig and Lavender Compote

This recipe is so simple, and makes such a great accompaniment to any kind of poultry or meat, as well as cheese! You know me, if it goes with either of those two, then I’m down.

Makes: about 1.5 cups
Time: 30 min. approximately

Ingredients

1 cup fresh figs, destemmed and quarted
1/2 cup water
2 Tbsp sugar
2 Tbsp white balsamic vinegar
juice from ½ a lemon
1 sprig lavandar
2 pinches salt
1 pinch fennel pollen

Method

After you have destemmed and quartered your figs, combine them in a pot with the water, sugar, vinegar, lemon juice, salt, and pollen. A quick side note- you can almost always find lavender at your local farmer’s market, or even by the side of the road if you’re lucky! I grow mine in my front garden, and so far I have not managed to kill it, which says a lot about the plant. I order my fennel pollen online and have not seen it in stores. It is one of my all time favorite ingredients, and adds a beautiful ethereal layer of flavor to almost any food. I would try to describe it's essence better, but to me it just tastes like sunshine.

Tie your sprigs up in a cheesecloth bundle, or enclose them in a tea ball infuser. Place the lavender in the pot along with the other ingredients, and turn the heat to medium. Let everything simmer until the liquid is reduced to about 3 Tbsp. worth. Taste and adjust to your preferences. Then turn off the heat, and blend. Voila! Fresh fig and lavender compote that can even be jarred and stored to use during the long dreary winter months.

Things that stop me in my tracks, even if it's just to drool.

Red White and Bubbly!

Take a glass of your favorite Champagne or Prosecco, add 1.5 tsp. of cranberry puree, and all the berries you can find! My only other advice is to make sure you have more than one bottle of bubbly on hand because you will not want to stop drinking this! 

Food Philosophy #3- If It Smells Good, It Is Good

“Do you smell that?” My boyfriend’s nose lifts in the air as he inhales deeper. I follow suit, as we continue to make our way down Market St. towards the Ferry Building’s farmer’s market.

“Oh My God, what is that?!?” I have never smelled anything this good. It reminds me faintly of roast chicken, but richer, deeper, sexier. I am now powerless to do anything but find the source of this aroma, and luckily the boyfriend is in happy agreement. As we continue down our original path the crave-inducing fragrance intensifies, it must be coming from a food tent at the Farmer’s Market- what luck! (Though I would have followed it across the state if necessary.)

Making our way through the tents filled with luscious produce and stunning flowers, I find myself wishing I could survive solely from inhales. When we spot the tent that has a line winding back so far it is impossible to see the end of, we know this must be the source. My mouth pools with an ocean tide of drool as I am completely submerged in this Siren scent.

The sun beats down and the line moves forward at a tortuous pace, but that magnificent aroma is more than enough motivation to hold steady. We’re so close! Finally, I spot through gaps in the line a truck that is basically a huge rotisserie on wheels. Each rack is strung with golden, perfectly cylindrical roasts that drip glistening droplets of fat as they slowly rotate. By now I am all animal instinct, a lion that has one singular goal in life.

As we inch forward a sign comes into view and I can make out the words Porchetta Sandwich, but I have never heard of such a thing. It hardly matters. Whatever it is, I know down to my very soul it will be life-changing. Finally, at last, it is our turn. The angel behind the cash register hands us our treasure, explaining that porchetta is “pork belly rubbed with fresh herbs and garlic, wrapped around a pork tenderloin, and roasted on a rotating spit." And I thought nothing could make me want this sandwich more.

Before even finding a seat, I am tearing into the bag and lifting my prize to my mouth. My teeth sink into the bread, which is glorious in and of itself, but the meat within obliterates my world. It is silken and plump, meltingly tender and slippery with the salty, velvety, fat that screams of bacon and all that is holy. The intense roasted essence of the meat is married melodiously with the slight bitterness of arugula and sweet tinge of onion marmalade. But that’s not even the best part. The part that is truly transcendent are the ‘cracklings’ hidden within the sandwich, which are little pieces of shatteringly crisp belly skin.

The pleasure of this moment is so exquisite I wonder if I will ever again taste something as good as this. I highly doubt it.

It’s been years since my first taste of Roli-Roti’s porchetta sandwich, and I still have yet to taste anything better. I also have yet to smell anything better, and I believe the two go hand in hand. Since the day I smelled Roli-Roti, I have lived my life by the unwavering belief that if something smells good, it always tastes good too. As a result, good smells have led me into some amazing as well as terrifying places, but every last one has ended in an unbelievably good meal.

There was even one tiny, grungy taqueria across from my apartment in god forbid, the Tenderloin, that smelled way too good to be true. I have never been less sure about eating somewhere but I had to try it, if only to test my smell theory. This was the place I discovered deep fried bacon and steak fajitas- enough said.

 What I’ve learned above all else from following my nose is that sometimes, things really are that simple. The older I get the more cynical, negative, and judgemental I seem to become. I often catch myself looking for all the reasons not to act, not to decide, for fear of being disappointed. But following my nose reminds me that when I feel that burning certainty deep down inside that this could be it, whether it is a startling new dream for my life or just a sandwich -go for it! Stop doubting and worrying, forget the obstacles, the what-ifs, and the worst possible outcomes. Have faith that if it smells good, it is good.

 Until the next bite,
 Jenn