Dear Food Logo

Dear new cooking adventure,

At a certain point in time, I decided it wasn’t worth dying of thirst at a baseball game because I didn’t want to spend $4 on a bottle of water. I decided eating ramen ahead of time so I could save the $6 I would have spent on hot dogs wasn’t a life I wanted to lead. While making food the source of official splurging meant tons of fun, delicious and happy adventures, it also meant an expanding waistline and thinning wallet.

I don’t regret a single meal, but it’s time to change. But that doesn’t mean I can’t have delectable food fun and be more conscious at the same time.

And here’s my problem: I just couldn’t savor life dictated by a gluten-free, paleo, vegetable-and-protein-ridden diet. While those diets are smart, scientific and perfect for a lot of people, I think my life is too short not to eat butter. And salt. And sugar. And french fries.

So I’m compromising.

I have a cook book called The New Persian Kitchen. And I’ve gone as far as drooling over the gorgeous pictures and smiling at the memories of family dinners that they evoke but I haven’t taken the big step of trying it out. Starting this week, I’m staying in. No more eating out. And instead, you’re invited to dinner at my house. It won’t always be perfect, but it’ll be fun.

Come over and try something new, while I learn more about my roots by finally cooking the food of my heritage (a sort of Julie and Julia exploration, if you will).


Alma is a journalist by trade, living and working in Chicago while staying true to her tree-hugging spirit, L.A. spirit. Favorite pastimes include watching great television, listening to fantastic podcasts and daydreaming about writing a novel. Favorite foods run the gamut from sweet to salty to savory to eggs Benedict. And chocolate. Especially chocolate.