I’m just going to say this fast and get it over with:
My name is Callie, and I am allergic to dairy.
Now, I can already hear you all closing this page but hear me out:
I love dairy – nay, worship dairy! Until recently, cheese made up 70% of my diet. But as with many relationships, this one turned bad. We fought, I cried, I came back a few (hundred) times and eventually we went our separate ways.
Of course, that doesn’t mean I don’t slip from time to time. I do. Like if you were to tell me that you just had a goat cheese tart that changed your whole life perspective, I would have to try that goat cheese tart. And who doesn’t cave to some crinkly Shake Shack fries covered in a pool of cheddar blend from time to time? And when it comes to queso dip (NOT the chemicaly, nuclear yellow plastic kind but real glorious Tex Mex queso – but this is a whole other discussion) I’m a goner.
So no. Technically, I cannot eat dairy. But here’s what you can expect on this blog:
- Long winded, nostalgic-bordering-on-fanatical reminisces of cheesy meals of my past
- Snark-laden commentary on my food conquests across New York City, featuring mostly dairy-free dishes with the ocasional cheat
- Full reports on things I’ve cooked – probably just the success stories because I’m vain, but maybe some day we’ll talk about an incident I’m referring to as “the world’s ugliest chocolate cake.” These are mostly dairy-optional, with a few dairy substitutes because I’m not really about that (cashew ricotta is not ricotta, just don’t)
A few other things you might want to know…
Q: Where do you live?
A: In a tiny apartment in a neighborhood of Manhattan that my broker would like me to tell you is called Kips Bay but is really Murray Hill. So it goes without saying that I will travel (read: must travel) for good food.
Q: What’s your favorite food?
Q: What are your cooking qualifications?
A: None – but I do have a mother who’s a fantastic cook and an even better baker, who taught me everything I know and whose drool-worthy kitchen is the reason I started cooking in the first place. Incidentally, my apartment doesn’t have a kitchen, just a corner with some appliances and one square foot of counter space. Does this deter me? No, not at all.
Q: What are your food reviewing qualifications?
A: I have tastebuds.
Q: What do you do for a living?
A: Although I live for the day when someone pays me to stay at home and cook delicious things, I’m a brand strategist.
Q: Anything weird I should know about you?
A: Many things. I can lick my elbow. I have a phobia of melon. And I’m “mother” to a cat named Theodore Bear and aunt to two cats named Pumpkin and Lucy. They live in New Jersey. My mother sends me pictures of them daily.
So that’s my little story. If you’re still here, welcome! I think we’re going to have a lot of fun.
Now let’s eat.