Do you know the type of friend who always seems to know about the raddest things happening, finds the most beautiful quotes and books, and knows the most ingenues tips and tricks? For me, that's my friend Emily. 

Emily is my pen pal. My online confidant. My 21st century companion. It's always an off day when work doesn't bring her to gchat... I don't know which Atlantic article to read that day! And what should I make for dinner from this list of random items in my pantry?  Everyone needs a friend to answer these questions, and I'm so glad mine is as weirdly into food as I am.

Well, here we are! I can't express how happy and inspired I am be in this space, sharing food stories and recipes. I've dreamed of Feast or Fallow for several years, thinking things like "what does the Internet need with another food blog?" and "I'd love to write about food except a lot of times I make things that taste really weird, not in a cool way." Thankfully, there's a louder host of voices who continued to tell me the other side of the story: doing what you love isn't about being the best; work has value even if it doesn't make any money; and food and no matter how simple, is always worth talking about. Leading the charge on these topics is my kind, balanced and big-dreamer husband, Chase. I have to thank him for eating a lot of things that taste weird, not in a cool way, and also for enduring a lot of menu items he affectionately refers to as "blog food." I think it's like the new "girl food."