Monday, February 15, 2010

Gotta Start Somewhere

How are ya? GuyFood may be a new word for Webster, but for me it’s the kind of stuff us guys like to eat. It may not be nutritious, it may not be appropriate for the time of day, heck, it may not even be recognizable. But it’s the food that seems to give guys some level of satisfaction leaving the women in their lives scratching their heads in amazement.

Please allow me to introduce myself and my intentions for this blog. Me? I like food. All kinds. Please don’t consider me a ‘foodie’, because although I like to pair the right wine with the right meal, I also want to find the ultimate peanut butter and jelly sandwich. While I love my God, wife and son more, I want to write about food. My goal of this blog is to bring to light the enjoyment of all foods whether gourmet or home-made, store-bought or hand-made, organic or lab-created is ok. I’m not a nutritionist or diet guru, just a guy with taste buds who isn’t afraid to use them. There will be anecdotes, recipes, special occasions, pictures and eating. Oh, there will be eating.

Since I’m a guy, I’m going to talk about foods most guys like to eat and how we like to eat them. Why we like cold leftovers. Why we never nibble anything. And why we feel it’s necessary to eat ‘a little something’ before we go to a friend’s dinner party. I hope to validate men and educate women on what goes on in most men’s minds when it comes to food.

Will I be biased? Sure, I’m a guy. Will I point out differences between men and women? Yup, look at us, we’re different, get over it. Will I be chauvinistic? No, that’s not right. Vive la difference!

So sit back, relax, put your napkin in your shirt and let’s go taste something.

3 comments:

  1. Ohhhhhhhh yeaaaahhhhhh.

    Tony, you rock.

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  2. Napkin in the shirt = adult version of a bib! :D And I use them all the time!!! lol.

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  3. Cold leftovers, man. True. Just yesterday, I had a thirty-minute conversation about my love for cold leftovers. It was with a girl and, yes, she looked at me like I was crazy. I'm not crazy, I'm a guy!

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