Morning, Hart Beat. Have I mentioned lately that I work for Food52? I know what you’re saying to yourselves, of course you have Hannah! We get it, you work for a beautiful place and eat delicious food. I don’t mention this very often here on Hart Beat because when I first started this here blog, one of my founding mission statements (of sorts?) was that Hart Beat would NEVER become a food blog. (Please excuse this post).
I’m not sure why I had such a strong reaction to this but I did and honestly, I still do. I love food and I love cooking but I am by no means someone to give recipe recommendations nor do I particularly like reading recipes in a blog sense. And why would I write things that I wouldn’t even want to read? In the same vain as this Instacrush profile was, today’s post inches close to the line of Hart Beat’s food blog anti-mission statement. This morning I want to tell you about a new blog that I’ve started reading and why you should too.
Little Sister Kitchen was created by a friend of mine from High School and has been stealing my heart as of late. Grace graduated from our high school, went to school in Iowa and now lives in Boston working for an ecommerce site. I heard through the grapevine of social media that Grace started a cooking blog and since I’m now engulfed in the food world, I knew I had to check it out. Oh Hart Beat, thank god that I did.
Grace takes the most beautiful photos and has the most down to earth writing style that I’ve read in a while. In her posts not only does she give the recipe and a detailed description of the cooking process but, she also gives a little backstory to the history of the recipe. Here’s a little excerpt from her most recent post:
It’s easy to get down on yourself when you’re 24. You have a good job and a desk with a view, a big kitchen with two windows that let in the morning breeze, and are by all accounts the luckiest girl in the world. And yet, there’s this nagging sensation that runs deep—that you aren’t where you need to be yet.
I never actually had a something I wanted to ‘be when I grew up.’ I always knew I was passionate, but after my short-lived dreams of being an opera singer (sorry, siblings, for stationing myself in the echo-y stairwell for hours at a time, belting out ballads where they sounded the loudest) my dreams became less specific. In college, it was easy to indulge in the challenges of my classes, analyzing paintings by and working laboriously through esoteric texts. But I had this fear of not knowing what I’d be good at.
Well said, Grace, well said. Figuring out what your supposed to do, or even want to do, in your early twenties is all but impossible. It’s nice to see another friend going through the similar struggles that I know only so well. Lucky for both you and me, Hart Beat, Grace has found her passion in Little Sister Kitchen and now we get to follow along for the ride.
All photos generously from Little Sister Kitchen.