My name is Victoria. I’m 31 and I’m originally from Chicago, spent a year in Los Angeles after college, lived in Indiana for a few years after that, and now I live outside Seattle with my husband, Brent, my sons, Cormac and Theodore, and our dog, Larry. I’m a mom, registered nurse, avid baker, and I love spending time in the kitchen. In fact I love all things related to food: cooking it, shopping for it, talking about it, writing about it, and of course, eating it. But now, I’ve got a whole lot less time to do most of the above.
When not in the kitchen making an extreme mess, I most often spend my time chasing my crazy preschooler and toddler, watching some sort of trashy television (current favorite – Big Brother), drinking wine, and trying to decide my next renovation project for our 116 year old house. I’m also fiercely loyal to the Chicago Cubs, University of Illinois Illini basketball, and Chicago-style deep dish pizza.
I’ve got a large, loud extended family and I get most of my personality from them. My brutal honesty and general stubbornness come from my mother and my sense of humor and love of the Grateful Dead I get from my father. I’m the oldest of four siblings, and my younger sister attempts to give me advice on staying cool while constantly reminding me how old and out of touch I am.
I talk a lot on the blog about food, but also quite a bit about my family, my kids including Cormac’s recent autism diagnosis, my random misadventures in our adopted city, which I love, and another else that pops in my mind. So that’s me in a (fairly large) nutshell.