Gotta start somewhere

Well, here goes. I know myself pretty well (almost 29 years we've been acquainted), so this could turn out to be my only post on this thing. I'd like to keep all my friends and family updated on things, so I'm going to give it a shot. Most everyone ought to know me, so no need for an introduction. I guess I mostly plan to tell you all about my experiences with the food I make and the food I eat.

Right now I'm sitting on my mom's couch not packing for Italy. I leave at about 3pm tomorrow, so I have time... I'm a procrastinator.

Tomorrow I go to a small town outside of Florence, Italy called Pontassieve. It's kind of a working vacation in the kitchen of a restaurant called Toscani da Sempre. I know little more than that. Not the least of which being the Italian language. Thankfully, the staff speaks English.

Aside from food, I hope to post about my adventures skiing (oh, how I've missed you), traveling, playing in the mountains and enjoying some great music. Which brings me to the title of this post. I love music. Not the shit they play on the radio. I thought about a nod to Bobby Dylan with "My Blog Pages", but there's nothing I'd rather have playing in the kitchen that the Talking Heads. I decided that if I wanted this blog to survive more than one post, I'd better not call it "Once in a Lifetime," so welcome to "What a Day That Was!"