Isn’t it narcissistic to interview yourself?
Trust me, I considered this question several times before writing this post. However, folks have asked me a bunch of these questions since I started this blog, and since you asked, I’ll answer. 🙂
When and where were you born?
I was born in Baton Rouge, Louisiana in 1979, making me one year shy of being a Millennial. (I’m not sure whether that makes me want to groan or cheer.)
When and how did you learn to cook?
Before I quit my job as a lawyer to be a stay-at-home parent, I could scarcely cook a thing. I worked late most nights, so I often ate take-out for dinner at the office, while Jersey Boy cooked and ate his own dinner at home. Those days, Jersey Boy did 99% of the cooking in our home, and he never complained once. His mama taught him well.
After I quit my big-money job and nightly take-out was no longer in the budget, I realized that I better teach myself to cook. I learned mostly from reading cooking blogs, the Pioneer Woman being foremost among them. Her detailed descriptions and large photos of each step were necessary for a beginner like me. What the heck is the meat supposed to look like after you “brown it”? – I had not a clue. So visuals of each step were a necessity.
Now I adore cooking and I enjoy writing detailed recipe posts with clear photos for beginners just like the former me.
You have three little kids. Do you really “adore cooking”? How do you find time to do it?
Trust me, there is not a gourmet situation going on here every night. Last night we ate grilled hot dogs. But most nights, I prepare balanced meals with real food. Two of my littles still nap (thank heavens), so I do most of my dinner prep during naptime. Jersey Boy gets home around 5:30 p.m., and I do much of my active cooking thereafter.
I adore the creativity that cooking permits. I bore easily, and cooking is a healthy outlet for me to continually try new things – new spices, new cooking styles, new ingredients. I also cook a lot of cultural food – Japanese, Korean, Mexican, Spanish, Italian – I pretty much love it all. I want my kids to grow up loving the same Cajun dishes that I ate as a child, so I’ve mastered most of my mom’s classic Louisiana dishes.
What is your religion?
I am a Christian.
Why do you write so much about your faith?
My faith informs everything about my life. It is not something that I compartmentalize and take out on Sunday morning. My faith is interwoven in everything I do every day. But that does not mean that I am always an excellent example of my faith. I live in a fallen world, and I screw up all the time. I am a perfectly imperfect Christian, striving to walk in a manner worthy of the calling to which I have been called (Ephesians 4:1).
Do you miss practicing law?
I have to say, I don’t miss the hours. But I did work with some truly wonderful and wickedly smart people, and I miss them. I miss the people. And the paycheck. The paycheck was nice. (Just keepin’ it real.)
Have you always enjoyed exercising?
Um, no. I was formerly a ballerina and a college cheerleader, and those activities kept me in excellent shape. However, when I started law school I had no desire to hit the gym, and I went many years without consistent physical activity. Add to that all my evenings of take-out dinners, and I was in fairly poor shape. I never gained much weight, but I completely lacked tone, definition, strength and endurance.
Now I love working out, and it’s for one reason – I found an exercise class that I thoroughly enjoy. For nearly two years, I’ve attended Mojo Fitness classes two to three times a week, and I love it (so much so that I lead classes from time to time). The founder and lead instructor of Mojo, Cindy Brauer, has become a personal friend. With Mojo, Cindy created a unique exercise experience, and she works tirelessly to keep the class fresh and accessible to women of all body types and fitness levels. Plus, it’s crazy fun. It’s my happy place.
Now I count down the hours until Mojo. And I have a good excuse to buy all of that cute and trendy exercise gear.
Where and how did you meet your Jersey Boy?
Jersey Boy and I met in a bar in Philadelphia. After downing two cosmopolitans, I didn’t mind brazenly calling him over to chat with my friend and I. I thought he was handsome, and I expected his ego to match his visage. Much to my delight, however, he was shy and unassuming. He asked for my phone number and we went on our first date a few days later. When I got home from our evening at the Cheesecake Factory, I told my roommate, “I just went on a date with my husband,” and I haven’t looked back since. (And he somehow remembers exactly what both of us ordered for dinner that night, including the specific type of cheesecake.)
Are you done having children?
I get a little weepy when I think about this question. Jersey Boy and I are in agreement that our family is probably complete…but I can’t imagine never cradling my own little newborn again. So the answer is probably. But only the Lord knows what he has in store…
Did Jersey Boy mind when you posted your abortion story?
No. He was fully on board and supportive. He helped me edit my story, as he does with all of my posts. We prayed about it together, and we thoughtfully considered a range of possible outcomes and responses to publishing such a personal story. I would have never published my story without his full and complete involvement and support.
Why don’t you post more pictures of yourself?
I am completely camera shy, and I typically dislike the way I look in pictures. The photo at the beginning of this post makes me totally uncomfortable. But I also value documenting my life in pictures for the benefit of my children. I want them to know what their mama looked like when they were little. So there I am – silly pose and all.
How did you come up with the name for this blog?
I wanted to crush the cliché of the bored housewife eating bon bons. (What the heck is a bon bon, anyway?) I work pretty darn hard, and I do it with willing hands for the benefit of my family and the glory of my God. Amen. Halleluiah.
Peace out and lots of love,