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My name is Chrissy. Here is my story (so far…).
First I was a scientist. Then I was a lawyer. Now I’m a blogger. Well, I guess I’m still technically a lawyer since (singing) they can’t take that away from me*, and my degrees say I’m still a scientist so I guess I’m all of the above. I learned to appreciate food from my mom, learned how to cook food by watching Rachel Ray, and learned how to really eat and enjoy food from traveling with my equally hungry friends. I collect recipes from all over: books, in-flight magazines, newspapers, the internet and, if I can connive it out of them, my friends and their grandmas. Grandma food is the best!! IT IS!
After spending almost ten years in Chicago, I relocated to Ann Arbor, Michigan in the spring of 2017. Having much more spare time than I had in my previous life, I’m still trying to decide what to do with it all (besides watching TOO MUCH NETFLIX – because it’s awesome but also, I hate it). Anyway, stay tuned to the Instagram for my #adventuresinMichigan. Until I again get to the point where I’m Jessie Spano screaming, “there’s no time! There’s never any time!” I’m sure life will include reading, tennis, volleyball, and dancing in the kitchen (to Frankie Valli! Because I’m secretly 70 years old inside). Also, I also use every single hour of vacation time granted to me, and seize any opportunity to get on a plane (next up: The Amsterdam Tulip Trip), so I’ll have advice to offer on where to see the world and eat the world as I hop around the globe.
*Despite my friends’ insistence that life is not one giant musical, I do regularly burst out into song in my head.
Want to know about the blog? Well, here’s the gist.
What Inspired the Hungary Buddha?
I like to eat.
I like to travel.
I like to cook.
I had recently returned from Ireland and sat at my desk listlessly eating my cottage cheese, yet dreaming of the delicious Irish Soda Bread I had eaten a few days before at The Blue Haven in Kinsale, Ireland. Then it dawned on me. This happens EVERY time I return from vacation. I sit at home, craving the food from my adventures, only to fall into the same food rut I was in when I left. It was at that point that I decided I was going to eat the world, all from the comfort of my Chicago apartment.
My project began in September 2012, and I finished the trek along my dotted red line on All Hallows’ Eve, 2015. Now that I’ve accomplished the original intent of the blog, the business now is to just have fun and keep the global spirit of my kitchen alive as I keep on cooking. It’s hard because sometimes all I want is Mom’s chili or avocado toast or breakfast sandwiches, but carry (or curry) on, I must.
Finally, why “The Hungary Buddha”?
Was that a typo? Can I spell? No and yes. I was lucky enough to grow up in a very diverse household. My mom is Hungarian/Czech. My dad was Burmese/Indian. Not only that, but I grew up in Miami surrounded by Latino friends, and celebrated holidays with my Italian cousins. In a way, they all showed me the world through food. My childhood meals included everything from chicken paprikash, to daal bhat, black beans and rice and an “Italian grandma’s” spaghetti. In short, I ate the world. And I still do.
Note: All of my friends will be referred to throughout this blog with food-themed code names. This is done not only to protect their identity, but with the secret hope that the names will catch on, and I can refer to them as food names in real life.
Now your turn. Tell me about yourself!