On being an ex-pat

Since I was 18 years old, I’ve considered myself an ex-pat. After spending my first 18 years in Texas, I began a journey that took me to different parts of Europe and different parts of the United States. I’ve made homes in one place or another, only to pack it up and move it somewhere else. But I always taken a little part of each place with me when I move to the next. I think I’m rooted now, in a small village in upstate New York, thousands of miles from where I grew up and even farther away from the kinds of places I once thought I’d end up.

In every place I’ve lived, there have been marvelous foods to discover: Flautas. Chicken tikka masala. Yebeg alecha. English bangers. Cevapcici. The trouble is, the foods I took for granted in one place are expensive or hard to find in the next. So, I’ve decided to stop paying outrageous prices for imported foods and to learn how to make them myself. So, that’s what this blog is about–my attempts to recapture and make the foods I’ve loved in the many places I’ve lived.

I hope you enjoy the journey, too.