After having lived in some pretty exciting places to eat: raised in the Chicago area, schooled in Cleveland, a year in SoCal, newly wed years in Taipei, Taiwan, I moved with my husband to rural Western Kentucky to start a career in newspaper journalism. Though I wish my blog posts extended back to those days eating shabu-shabu in a steamy alley cafe in Tien-Mu or even to my childhood meals around my Chinese grandma's table or on my Swedish-German grandma's patio, I started this blog at 27. It began as a creative outlet, a place to catalog my food experiences and a means to stay in touch with family and friends strewn across the planet. At the time, both my husband and I worked at the paper, ate out fairly frequently and did not have children. I got to spend hours in the kitchen, trying to replicate Gourmet, and I got to spend a good chunk of paycheck on meals out. If you're new here, you should check out my more prolific posting period. If you've been following me for a while, then I owe you an apology for the dearth of activity in the last couple of years. These days, I stay at home with my two sons under four and the huz teaches high school social studies. The grocery bill needs to stretch to accomodate two adults and two sets of less-adventurous taste buds. In addition to new challenges to my quest for "new foods and new moods," I've begun a couple of new blogs along the way. I wish I could devote myself more fully to The Moody Foodie, but at this stage in life, the posts come in sudden bursts, often with months in between.