I like food. Obviously. I like cooking it, eating it, thinking about it, dreaming about it and writing about it.
I also like books. And movies. And movies about the books I love. And NO, that does not include Twilight or anything written by Nicholas Sparks.
I also like sports. Watching it, not playing it. And not all sports. Just football (the real kind, where they actually kick the ball with their feet and not carry it around) and tennis. I’ve been known to cry hysterically over football and tennis matches. Sometimes I cry tears of joy and sometimes tears of utter and desolate heartbreak. Yes, I’m still not over the 2009 Wimbledon Gentlemen’s Final. I don’t think I ever will be.
And I also like traveling. If I could I would live in Paris for a month. Or six. And Italy, too. And England.
Oh, and yes, I work, too, in finance. I gotta earn a living to pay for flour and butter and eggs and plane tickets and football matches. And bags. I like those, too.