foodvox is miscellanea, ephemera, culture, tradition, history, fact and sometimes foolishness – all wrapped up in food.
All contributors are actually me. I’m Karen Resta. Why should I be a Cat (Moira) . . . a guy who is a dude who somehow gets turned into a dog (Barry) . . . a girl detective with a penchant for eating and for dumb guys named Boris (Branston P.I.) . . . why be an ancient Frenchwoman (Katerina)?
Why not? They are all excellent things to be.
In real life I’ve been a small red-headed girl with freckles, a big smile, and huge dimples . . . a good student . . . a throwaway/runaway and a girl who found her unacknowledged father to knock on his door to meet him for the first time at the age of fourteen . . . an Art World habituee when NYC’s Soho was but a gleam in its own eye . . . a pastry chef . . . a working chef . . . an executive chef in fine dining feeding those with names ‘people know’ . . . and a corporate VP at Goldman Sachs.
My education has been sewn by my own hand – I am one of the ilk called a high school dropout.
I’ve lived in the North and the South but never in California. In a brownstone and on a wooden sailboat. In Paris and in the Florida Keys.
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