Updated: October 7, 2011 3:23PM
I never met an organ meat I didn’t like. Well, that’s not entirely true. The goat eyeball taco at the Maxwell Street Market was a challenge, but that’s why God invented hot sauce. Generally, my engagement with “weird” food has been enlightening, and so, to facilitate the meeting of many more tasty bits, I left a burgeoning career as an e-commerce manager six years ago to write about food.
I don’t relish giving bad reviews. I wish all restaurants were four-star.
I launched my food journalism career producing long-form podcast “Fresh Air”-style interviews with chefs and food personalities as the founder of the local blog Hungry. I’ve also been a frequent free-lance contributor to highly respected local and national publications, and was a contributing writer for the James Beard Award-winning Alinea cookbook.
I spent five years working the line at a mom-and-pop pizza joint in suburban Detroit, and while I may not be a top chef, I understand the heat of the kitchen and the throbbing of muscles at the end of a long night of cooking.
Because I’ll eat anything twice (you never know if the first dish was cooked right), I relish a lifetime of pursuing delicious second chances.