Ciao! And welcome! So tickled that you’re here.
I love food. I love to eat it, share it, shop for it, talk about it, write about it, and cook it. (Um, okay, I probably love having food cooked for me more than I love fixing it myself but that’s one of those personal little peccadillos we can save for later).
I’ve spent an obscene amount of time feasting on, obsessing over, socializing around, reading about, calculating out, and satiating myself (both physically and emotionally) with food. Instead of being embarrassed about this quirky character trait, I’ve finally embraced it (a good policy, of course, when it comes to quirky character traits).
Embracing my food infatuation helped me make a life shift. I went from working for more than a decade (wow! that makes me sound old) as a magazine health writer and editor to becoming a newbie nutrition student (hopefully, that makes me sound a little younger). I started going back to school about two years ago, first taking a few science classes, then a food course, and then a few more. Now I’m working on a masters degree in nutrition and becoming certified as a registered dietician.
Somewhere along the way I spent a Friday night with a sweet, gorgeous, and amazingly patient man (opposed to my old go-to, a bowl of divinely creamy hazelnut gelato), fell in love, got hitched, and had a baby.
After years of trying to figure out the best way to feed myself—which means balancing deliciousness, quality nutrition, and degree of sociality (my girlfriends love me but only a few are happy about meeting for dinner at a gluten-free, vegan pizzeria)—I’ve now got a much greater challenge: Feeding Isla.
And let me tell you, it feels like rocket science.
I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because I’m becoming a little bit of a nutrition-know-it-all (you know what they say about having a little bit of knowledge… I’m now armed with just enough to hurt myself).
Or, maybe it’s because Isla’s the most precious, pure thing I’ve ever known. And I don’t want to muck her up. I want everything I put in her little mouth to be perfectly nutritious. I also want every itty bitty bite to taste delicious enough to make that intoxicating little smile come to life.
Either way, I’m determined to figure it all out. This blog chronicles my adventures (and misadventures) getting good food into Isla’s belly, and teaching her the habits she’ll need to do it herself one day. It’s my quest to raise a nourished, sated, very happy and healthy eater.
Hope you can stay for a bite, and share some of your own feeding adventures!
May many delicious, nutritious meals be yours,
Contact me at ameliaryansherry (@) gmail.com
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