My name is Tera and I’m the type of person who frequently wakes up and decides to adopt a new hobby. 99% of the time it’s an uber flop, and I only stick with it long enough to buy at least $100 worth of sweet new hobby gear (here’s looking at you golf clubs). There has been one exception to this rule: cooking. One fateful day in my last semester of college I decided I wanted to order magazine subscriptions for my soon-to-be post-graduation apartment in Chicago. My cursor landed on Cooking Light, and before I knew it I was at Target purchasing the gear I deemed requisite (rice cooker, slow cooker – no idea how I selected these). A [lifelong!] hobby was born.
I am also the type of person who attempts to force such hobbies on unsuspecting significant others. And let me tell you, if 99% of my dream hobbies fail to stick with me, 99.99999999% are immediately rejected by my discerning husband. Hence, the moment I saw a glimmer in the man's eye as he fried up his very first egg (You know how to cook eggs at home??? Um, yeah. = Instant love.), I knew we were on to something.
Over the years our foodie fixation has spiraled out of control blossomed into our number one joint hobby. Hardly a day goes by without us emailing recipes back and forth, and if going to the grocery store counts as a date, we have a seriously enviable dating life. We also love eating out, and have chronicled those escapades in detail via Yelp. However, we've had a series of life changing events lately that are causing us to dial up the cooking and dial down the shelling out for gourmet resto fare:
- We got married – weddings, as it turns out, are really expensive! Who knew.
- We bought a house! Also, pretty darn expensive…but worth it for an amazing new kitchen!
- We received piles and piles of extremely generous wedding gifts, the vast majority of which have found a home in our fabulous new kitchen! Who wouldn't be inspired to cook more when they can do it in a BEAUTIFUL new set of All Clad pans and serve it to people with plates and silverware that actually match!
And that, my friends, is how the Honeymoon Kitchen was born.
