Feast (noun): a large meal, typically in celebration of something.
Feast (noun): a plentiful supply of something enjoyable, esp. for the mind or senses.
I grew up amongst the redwoods in foggy, salty Santa Cruz, California, where my mom taught me how to cook. From a young age, I acted as my mom’s sous chef, chopping onions, cleaning lettuce, baking cookies, and even cooking one whole meal a week alongside my sister, until I moved to Los Angeles to go to art school. Now I live with my husband and our two cats in Palo Alto, where I work as a graphic designer. To see the kind of design work I do, visit my portfolio site.
This blog is a compilation of stories and recipes. Most of the stories have to do with, or are entirely about, food. Food is the constant in life—we always need to eat, and I am passionate about eating well and cooking adventurously. When I was growing up, trips were driven by where and what we would eat. I spend so much time thinking about, and eating, food, that it feels only natural to write about it.
The two definitions of “feast,” above, are how I choose my stories—one of them must be present in a situation for the story to be featured on Feast. That being said, “plentiful supply” is completely subjective.
I would in no way have this avid appreciation for food if it were not for my mom, Dawn. This blog is partially Mom’s, in that many of the recipes have come from, or have been inspired by, her. Her motto is “love people and feed them.” And so, in a roundabout way, that is what this blog is about. It is our wish to bring joy to others through food.