Hey. Hi. I’m Molly. I’m big cheeked and curly haired and almost almost 30. I have clammy hands and two younger sisters and questionable taste in popular music. It seems there’s not much I can do about it.
I grew up near Philadelphia, surrounded by cousins and corned beef sandwiches. I played lots of sports and ate lots of orange slices. Also popsicles.
I spent my college years in Amherst, Massachusetts, and Paris, France. After graduation I got a good, sensible, grown-up job in Boston, and it only took me two and half years to realize I’d rather not be all that sensible. So, naturally, I went to culinary school.
I graduated from New York City’s French Culinary Institute in 2010 with expertise in both culinary and pastry arts. I’ve worked as a private chef in the Hamptons and as a baker/confectioner/chocolatier for Liddabit Sweets in Brooklyn. I’ve tried my hand as a SAVEUR Magazine test kitchen intern in Manhattan, and taught cooking classes for some tiny residents of Brooklyn Heights and San Francisco. I’m currently writing my first cookbook and figuring out life in Seattle.
I take all my own photographs, and I use a
Canon Powershot SD1200 IS. I’m hoping to upgrade to a Digital SLR soon Canon Rebel T2i digital SLR camera. I love it. I also have very little clue as to how to appropriately use it. I think lessons are in order. Want to give me lessons? I can pay you in cookies, I promise.
Some important things:
My grandmas and my sisters are my heroes.
I am afraid of sharks and lactose intolerance.
I enjoy most literature meant for young adults.
I’m really good at drinking milkshakes and tea and wine. And wine.
I think nails were meant to be painted, and red lipstick looks good on everyone.
I wish I had my own garden. And I wish I knew how to garden.
I’m terrible at walking in heels, but I love buying them.
I think my jump shot is better than yours.
I’m really glad you’re here.