Welcome!

Hello, I’m Jennifer. Welcome.
I live in Tigard, Oregon, though my sense of home has always been shaped by elsewhere—by growing up in Anchorage, Alaska; by an Austrian mother whose cooking leaned German; and by a father raised in a Marine family in 1950s America. The result is a kitchen that moves easily between tradition and nostalgia: old-world recipes alongside comfort food that’s humble, familiar, and sometimes unapologetically cheap and cheesy (think beanie weenies).

This space began as a private experiment—a place to explore creativity without an audience. For a long time, I didn’t publish anything at all. Today, this journal is shaped by food, travel, and curiosity. I write for anyone who finds their way here—friends, family, and fellow eaters. The stories might come from my own kitchen, a seasonal ingredient, a cookbook worth lingering over, or a meal eaten somewhere new or familiar. Travel, whether close to home or farther away, often finds its way into the narrative, influencing how and what I cook.

If there’s a throughline, it’s this: food as a way to explore place, memory, and connection. If something here inspires you to cook, to travel, or simply to notice what’s on your plate a little more closely, then the journal is doing its job.