An Eating Habit.

Some people have a coke habit.

I have an eating habit.

I mean, I have a Coke habit too, but mine comes in either an aluminum can or a glass bottle and will give me a heart attack before it gives me an overdose.

That's the premise for this here little journal o' food: not to serve as a food journal to lose weight (because I may work out, but homie don't count calories); not to provide hoity toity, pretentious reviews of restaurants (I tried that once. Atlanta Magazine didn't hire me); but rather to share my eating habit, try some new food and maybe meet some cool people and chefs along the way.

Let's start with the basics.

Me, with "one scoop" of salted caramel pretzel ice
cream in Anna Maria, Fla., during Thanksgiving.
Photo creds to my mom. <3

I am 25. I live in the Virginia Highlands area of Atlanta. It's a pretty swanky place with lots of character, what my mother calls "Craftsman-style" homes and bookoodles of restaurants and shops and somehow like 17 frozen yogurt igloos all within walking distance of my apartment. Sa-weet.
But with my jobs (I work for a tech company and have Mary Kay and knitting customers spread all over the state), I get to do a lot of traveling. Plus my family is still in Augusta, Ga., (ever heard of the Masters? Yeah, that place), so the Meatetarian goes around the country with plenty of places to check out.

I've pretty much been the Meatetarian since I was born, but I came up with the moniker in college when I started my first blog, not-so-coincidentally of the same name. My background is in ag and science reporting, so Meatetarian is a blog centered around the meat we eat, how it's raised and how it goes from animal to carcass to incredible edible. I decided to branch out a couple of years ago to Meatetarian: Foodish, which was supposed to be recipes with meat and animal-based proteins as key ingredients, but I didn't really cook that much, so we see how that ended up.

And that brings us to this latest venture. I credit all inspiration to my little broski, who bought me this book called Food: A Love Story by Jim Gaffigan. I didn't know who Jim Gaffigan was, but dang y'all, did I enjoy that book. It's a series of essays on Gaffigan (he's a comedian) and his forays into food. It's funny. It's engaging. It got me thinking.

Here's my take with Meatetarian Eats. My eating habit takes me lots of places. It's completely paid for by Mary Kay and knitting profits and the money left over from my real job paycheck after I shell out for rent, gas and those unfortunate things called income taxes.

I hope you enjoy eating with me. Who knows, maybe I'll become a famous writer not through my actual writing, but from my ridiculous musings about insatiable cravings for hamburgers.