About

It’s tough going off meal plan, especially when you’re at a school like Brown and the only extra time you have gets gobbled up by book reading and paper writing. But I’m going to give this a shot and hopefully encourage you to do the same (if you feel so inclined). I hope some of these posts take away your fears of never being able to scrounge up hummus and magic bars at the Ratty…

but this means so much more.

A Real Introduction:

It’s been about 3 years since I made my denoument in High School and sorted together what now constitutes a miserable failure of a college experience. I’m not typical, but I’m not atypical when it comes to your average Brown student -and if you don’t think there is generic at Brown, look again. As homogeneity goes, Brown is an all-star; and that’s not to knock on a school that I’ve come to love or a student-body that I admire.

Walking through the main green, however, is like stepping into a Where’s Waldo illustration. The only problem with that metaphor is if I categorize Waldo as anything but a hipster, I think I’m fooling myself. So really, it certainly is like walking into an illustration, but the goal the goal is to find someone who’s not dressed in tight pants, a goofy cap, and riding a banana-seat bike.

Back to me: I’m a member of Brown’s oldest all-male accapella group, proudly dubbed The Jabberwocks. I have DJ’d at WBRU and produced radio commercials. I help edit Brown’s Christian publication, Closing Remarks. I supervise at the Ivy Room. And I was once the unofficial President of a Christian campus ministry group called The Branch.

I am a religious studies major, trying to splash on a literary theory major (but you could probably invert those without changing a thing about me). And, lastly, the movie, Love Actually, really sucks.

Homogeneous? Yes.

The only thing that makes me different is: when I shop at the Salvation Army, I’m actually looking for clothes that fit.

But what is this all about?

In all seriousness, this blog is about my relationship with God.

With God?

Yes, with the Creator of the universe. If I’m going to do something zany, stupid, impossible, well then it has to be about God, doesn’t it? Otherwise I would be wasting my time.

So while we walk between the pages of my favorite cookbooks and jump between the hidden links of internet foodblogs, I hope you remember that we will be walking right out of the Where’s Waldo homogeneity and into a completely different story.

This story is about food, God and living my last two years at Brown University extraordinarily and perilously perched on nothing but a faith in Christ. How we’ll get from food to faith, only God can guess.

Here’s to Brown, here’s to my terrible French, and here’s to God.