I only pretend.

I’m only pretending to be a food snob. Really, I’m not a snob at all; generally speaking, if it stays on a plate long enough to stab it with a fork, I’l eat it.

The “snob” part comes from a good friend I had in high school, who would always talk about what she “would NOT put in [her] mouth,” as though her mouth was too good for, say, cheese pizza or Hershey bars.

This blog is my attempt at that attitude. Luckily, I’m fond of vegetables and chicken breast sans skin.