My business card says: Writer, story teller, decent cook.
In reality, I spend most of my waking hours working in my 8 by 8 foot cubicle, crunching data and negotiating schedules. Sounds bad, but really it is a great gig. The people are awesome, the pay good, and the coffee free so no complaints from this guy.
But food is my passion, wine my vice. And how fortunate I am to live in a state, a commonwealth actually, where you can still stop by the vegetable stand on the corner and put a dollar in the honor box and take a few ears of fresh corn home for dinner. There are three wineries up the road a piece, two excellent family run coffee shops nearby, and a new place that makes the best ice cream ever.
So follow me as I explore the wide variety of culinary delight found in Virginia. And bring a corkscrew.
As for the moniker “Exploding Potatoes?” It all started when we I tried to bake some ‘taters in the oven. Long story short: the “boom” startled the puppies, who then alerted me to the cacophony in the kitchen. Who knew you were supposed to stab potatoes with a fork first?
Oh, and as of St. Patrick’s Day 2014, I have been on a Vegan diet. This could be the biggest challenge yet.