My name is Christine Burns Rudalevige.
I am an excellent eater. I’m a pretty good cook. And my passable writing improves with alcohol.
Those are three basic elements – plus the $3.99/month I pay to Name.com for this spot in the ether – that qualify me as a blogger.
But you might also be interested in knowing that I once dressed as a damsel in distress and was whisked away by a Red Baron-type in a 1920’s bi-plane for a story about stunt pilots; I’ve tortured a whole entryway of hungry Harvard undergraduates with the smell of sautéed onions that were sizzling on a hotplate; I tasted upwards of 100 cheeses in one day at the British Cheese Festival in a castle in Wales (450 were on offer); and, I consider myself to be one of the lucky ones in that Andy, Owen and Eliza have afforded me this time away from my duties as wife and mother to do something I’ve always wanted to do.