About Peas Love Carrots Author Mathea Tanner
Culinary pursuits were ever-present in the house that Mathea grew up in. Born to a Greek-American mother and French-Irish father with roots in the American South, there was always an assortment of dishes from Apple pie to Tsaziki being made.
She is a Chicago-based freelance writer/photographer balancing her passions with her 9-to-5 as an assistant and studies at DePaul University.
Here is the very first introductory post to Peas Love Carrots from October 2009...
I've put this off long enough. The "introduction" post. I have recipes and pictures and a whole head full of what I hope are super cool things to fill a blog with...and it's all piling up behind the task of this very necessary first post. For so long I've wanted to show you how incredibly freeing and fun the kitchen can be. Thru my eyes. Share the fretted-over recipes I've squirreled away into an obese file (ok, it's a Mac desktop file, but it can still be fat). The neat restaurant and odd food fact articles. Kitchen know-how I picked up from a truly quirky Greek-American cooking heritage. Kitchen disasters and proud fearless moments...and yet I still couldn't seem to get this started and had begun to come up with all kinds of excuses:
- My head hurts.
- I'm not in a "writing" mood.
- I was attacked by man in a Subway sandwich costume and am now temporarily food-traumatized.
With all these excuses popping up day after day, I had to start to ask myself why I was so incredibly hesitant to write this first little piece. It can't be shyness, can it? There have been more times than I can count that people have come up to me and said "Mathea! I remember the first time I met you - you were asking homeless people on the street to join us for breakfast/stealing restaurant silverware to give as gifts to the people you were dining with/wearing a bikini over your clothes at a bar and trying to get people to dance with you (no one would, oddly). Though I'm often surprised at myself when I hear these things mentioned out of context, the theme is clear: I'm not afraid to make a fool of myself if it means keeping people entertained. And if I can do it in person, doing it here on the faceless internet should not be an issue.
The answer came to me this morning as so many things occur to a person - as I was washing my hair in the shower. I'm not sure what it is about the shower, but I get a lot of my best thinking done there or at some other point during my morning ablutions. I don't think I'm alone in that because I've seen plenty of movies where a person stops mid-tooth brushing and stares in the mirror with that light bulb-over-the-head look and then runs off to rescue their kidnapped child or whatever armed with this brand new bathroom delivered epiphany. Anybody else want to back me up on this?
Anyway, so there I was washing my hair...and I realized that this all had to do with me hating small talk at parties. The part where you say what you do for a living. How long you've lived where you live. Whether or not you've seen any good movies lately. If this is something you are good at, or even enjoy, I admire you. To me this is agonizingly painful. A necessary evil, maybe, but I find myself wishing there was a fast forward button on the conversation so we can get to the part where we've been friends for 5 years and are laughing over "Remember whens". Or in this case, the part where I'm cooking in my kitchen and sharing tips while I wear a bikini over my apron. I'll bet 10 to 1 you'd remember the cooking tips way better this way, too!