|Courtesy LA Times|
I have not always planned my days around what I eat. For starters, I have always been a picky eater, knowing that I hate certain foods (i.e. fish, eggs, tofu) and assuming that I hate many more. In addition, dinner in my house most often involved me, a TV tray and whatever was in the fridge. While eating out on weekends, it was easy to default to Japanese, Chinese or Korean rather than challenge my tastebuds. Finally, once high school and its stressors rolled around, so did a complicated relationship with food and body image. For the first 20 years of my life, food was simply not an important part of it. In college, however, I met Justin, my partner-in-gastronomical-crime who encouraged me to bust out of my culinary shell. Because of LA's ethnic diversity (and Justin's prodding), I was able to try Persian, Singaporean and Armenian cuisines (to name a few) for the first time and sample food from famous chefs and hole-in-the-wall restaurants and realized that I loved it all.
Noms, Not Bombs is my effort to document the good and the bad of my gastronomical adventures for myself and for you. Since I started the blog in January 2010, I've eaten some wonderful food and made some even more wonderful friends. I can't wait to see what the future of Noms, Not Bombs holds!