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I will preface all written word to follow on this page by saying I am no scientist, doctor, agronomist, food critic, or highly-acclaimed anything. However, I do live a humorously unconventional life. This blog is simply my take on adventure, adulting, and all things I find interesting and beautiful.
I guess I should explain why I chose to call this blog “Beer in a Martini World”… First of all, I think it’s funny. But it also sums me up quite well. I had an unconventional childhood to say the least. My parents got divorced when I was four, back before it was mainstream (isn’t it terrible that we consider divorce mainstream today?!). Anyway, it was weird and new, heck they even put the handful of us divorced kiddos in a group so charmingly named “Banana Split”. I guess to make sure we weren’t totally traumatized and turned into whackos. Not sure it helped, but hey we got out of class and they gave us snacks sometimes (you will also find I’m very food-motivated). Divorced parents meant my parents split half of nothing, giving you a whole lot more of nothing, and as a result I got toted along everywhere. While other kids were playing in their subdivision on weekends, I was sleeping in the nose of a horse trailer and gathering cattle, hunting wild hogs, and spending time with my dad. Daddy was my hero, showed me the world from atop a horse, and laid the groundwork for what I find truly beautiful, peaceful, and important in the world. He’s also the guy who taught me how to have a good time. I can talk to anyone, I love a good drink, and I love a good card game. Thanks dad.
On the flip side, and what took me some 18+ years to realize, was that while I was playing cowboy with dad, mom was in town paving the path for the woman I wanted to be. My mom is remarkable. Simply put. She didn’t grow up in a strong, stable, or especially nurturing home. However, she went back to college about the time her and dad divorced, got her college degree, passed her CPA test, and eventually bought her own business. Oh, and as this all happened she was raising me and working full time. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. Today she runs a very successful practice, owns her dream home, and is the queen of her funny farm. More importantly, she depends on no one. It took going to college before I realized what an amazing woman she was and all she had done. You see, I was a daddy’s girl and mother and I are both headstrong and stubborn. Doesn’t make for the most symbiotic relationship when you throw in wretched teenage girl attitude and hormones (lawd, I was terrible, I still can’t believe she didn’t flush me down the toilet). I am thankful college and maturity opened my eyes to who my mom really is. Without her I wouldn’t be who, or where I am today.
More to come on my parent’s, they’re remarkable and completely irritating.
All this background is to say that I consider myself a beer. I am casual, a little hillbilly, you can dress me up in a fancy glass but at my core I am a down-home girl.
Today, I sell cheese. Hmm, cheese? Yes, cheese. You read that right. I got a job prior to graduating (thank God because my anxiety was through the roof that I was going to end up a washed-up college grad eating ho hos on my parent’s couch), and unbeknownst to me I landed a pretty rad gig. I am fortunate that I get to be involved in many aspects of the business, from sales to marketing to new product develop, the list goes on. This means I am busy, learning, traveling, tasting, experimenting, and enjoying all things that the food industry has to offer. This also means I find myself rubbing elbows with people much more eloquent, well-dressed, educated, and sophisticated than myself. Hence, my martini world.
I hope you enjoy my attempt at finding the humor as a Beer in a Martini World. Cheers.
Beer in a Martini World 