AfterTaste (by Sherry)

Welcome, food-curious stranger!

Before you leave or fully dig into this food blog, let me just tell you a bit about it and then you can properly judge me and the merits of AfterTaste (by Sherry) (don’t you love the pretentious, nonsensical use of parentheses? I CLEARLY DO).

My name is Sherry (if you couldn’t guess) and I am drop-dead passionate about food. Unfortunately, I have no real outlet for this passion aside from my kitchen and my belly. And while I love my job and the industry in which I work, the lack of consistent, everyday culinary tasks or missions (aside from regular meals) has left a sad, starved, soul-crushing hole in my existence.

So after however many years of working in the industry in which I work, I’ve decided that next year I’m going to do it. I’m going to change industries and try my hand in the culinary world. Not as a chef (I can’t afford $30k/year tuition for culinary school) or a writer (too young and no experience), but as…something. In the meantime, I thought this blog would be a good way to get my name out there and make up for the fact that I have absolutely no professional experience in the food industry.

So here I am, BARING MY SOUL to the WORLD (the blog world, anyway…or wait, it’s blog-o-sphere, right? Blog-iverse? Milky Blog?) and by “MY SOUL” I mean my often well-informed and always passionate thoughts on food and anything about food, from soup to nuts. And by “BARING” I mean sitting at a computer and typing stuff.

At this food blog, you’ll find posts covering various culinary topics ranging from experiments in the kitchen, my favorite recipes that I’ve honed over the years, New York City restaurant reviews, and general culinary musings, anecdotes, or accounts about any and all things you can cram into your mouth (no, not like that, you sicko).

I may not be consistently witty, but I almost always achieve intelligible. So I ask, nay!, beg of you: take 10 minutes, read some of my posts, then decide what you think.

And if, after that, you still think I’m an odd, uneducated, slightly psychotic, completely unreliable, horrendous writer who knows absolutely bubkes about food excepting for shoving it into her piehole…well, then, just leave. After all, there are about nine other people behind you, dying to load this baby up.

Many thanks for reading this much,

Sherry.