My Mom stopped cooking when I was about 13 years old. She quit in a rabid tirade in which I heard my mother use swear words for the first time. You see, my Mom was a typical working mother. She worked all day and had to come home to cook for a hungry family. It’s just this day, she must have had a really bad day. When she came home, my stepdad and I chimed in unison, “what’s for dinner”. This question before she put down her bags, before she shook off her shoes. I’m not sure she even had a chance to get her coat off.
We thought she would stop cooking for a few days and everything would go back to normal. We were so wrong. Weeks went by, then months, then a year. We ate fast food nearly every day. When my mom realized the expense of it, she began to cook my stepdad’s favorite, spaghetti. One big pot of spaghetti on Sunday and another on Wednesday. My stepdad was in heaven but I won’t eat pasta with tomato sauce to this day. That’s when I began experimenting in the kitchen.
My mom, through her epithet peppered tirade and her decision to boycott cooking, introduced me to my greatest passion. This started me slowly on this path to making cooking my life.
Now in the interim, I’ve been living life and doing more “practical” things. I’ve worked in Commercial Real Estate which has blessed me with the opportunity to travel and live all over the world. I’ve learned through my travels that food and food cultures are what unite us all. And my experiences have only made my love of food even stronger.
Who is the Black Girl?
I’m Seneca. I’m an American currently residing in Kuwait. I’ve lived outside of the US for about 10 years now. I’m lucky to have a job that allows me to travel all over the world. In between work, I enjoy traveling with my husband. We’ve visited 35 countries and we’re hoping to reach 100.
I’m the weird girl who reads cook books cover to cover. I travel the world by choosing what type of food I want to try. I’ve taken a vacation specifically to try specific restaurants in a city.
I enjoy studying food, its origins, and how it interacts with the body.
I think I’m what people call a foodie.
Why this blog?
I started this blog about 7 years ago. I just wanted to share my recipes and my thoughts on cooking, . shopping and eating in the London. Then life got in the way. A stressful job sent me into a tailspin. Then a move to Kuwait and the adjustment that followed. Now I’m back. I want to realign my life and refocus myself to follow my passion.
I want you to follow me along my journey to making food my life.
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OMG, I want to stick my hand in and pull a piece of that chicken back through. That picture looks better than any chicken you can buy accross the street at the Chinese carry out.