EAT & RELISH
rel·ish noun \’re-lish\
1: characteristic flavor; especially a pleasing one
2: something that satisfies one’s tastes, inclinations, or desires
I’m Cory, and (a warm!) welcome to my little corner of the interwebs, dedicated mostly to cooking – with the occasional life-musing/deep-thought/shameless pug-love sprinkled in. I am a former city mouse-come-country-girl turned newest inhabitant of San Francisco, and I am incredibly proud and excited to call such a dynamic and creative city my new home. I moved to SF in the early Spring of 2013, and live in a cute little flat in Cow Hollow with my seriously delightful husband, James, our naughty spoiled puglet, Winnie, and our frisky little black kitty, Waffles. I cook for our tiny tribe of four as often as I can, and aim to keep all of my meals simple, fresh, interesting, and relatively healthy. I believe in using real ingredients, and that nothing is off limits and true moderation is key. Except when there is cheese involved.
This blog is a cooking-slash-life diary of sorts: a way to catalogue and share my great triumphs and
tragic disasters slight missteps in the kitchen, our travels and life experiences, and any other little things I happen to find, and like. I hope to have something to look back on for inspiration, self improvement, and general reflection.
Over the past few years, I’ve worn quite a few very different hats. In my previous city-that-never-slept-New-York-City life, I was an equity salestrader running a calendar packed with 5:30am coffee-fueled mornings, client dinners laden with rare steak and dirty martinis, and late late nights that did not allow for much personal time on the side. After a wildly fun near 7 year run in NYC, we moved to Colorado in the Summer of 2011, and I jettisoned my financial background to begin cooking professionally at one of my favorite restaurants. It was a thrilling experience that I loved and learned so much from, but when I was presented with an opportunity to manage my favorite bakery (and gelato shop!), I knew I couldn’t turn it down. I spent my last months in Boulder learning everything I possibly could about overseeing a team of nearly seventy people, and genuinely miss starting every day with an expertly made cappuccino and fresh-from-the-oven croissant. (Though my waistline begs to differ.) I’m now settling into life in San Francisco, and trying to figure out exactly what comes next.