Eat, Sleep, Repeat: that's my motto

WARNING: The following contains sarcasm and sassiness. If not, I have probably been hacked.

I have the best job in the world and no I'm not talking about being Leonardo DiCaprio's assistant although that would be awesome because I once made plans to camp outside his NYC building during my trip to the States, that's how much I love him.

My job mostly consists of searching for food, dealing with food, eating food etc. you get the picture. As a food scientist and nutritionist, I am bound to work with food at least every day of my life and I ain't complaining. Although, it's not really correct of me to say "my job" because well, I'm currently unemployed (shoutout to all my fellow unemployed bastards), but if I were to ever get a job it would be fucking amazing (have you ever met anyone say no to free food?).

Now as much as I hate the word foodie, I have to admit I am one, what I do in life is the true definition of a foodie. Let me walk you through the life of a foodie: my first word as a child was peanut butter so that kind of set me off the path of a food and beverage career and possibly obesity in the future, oh and let's not forget a peanut butter addiction. My sweet tooth developed at an early age contrarily to my boobs and was most probably influenced by the bars of chocolate and Nutella sandwiches we were given at school as a snack for 18 years (way to promote obesity). The day finally came when I graduated from high school (if you're willing to take parenting advice from a 22 year old who can't stand kids and wants to build a family of pugs and labradoodles: do not put your kid into the french system because the french system is a bitch) after which I applied to university to major in biology for pre med and put down nutrition and psychology as a second and third choice. Because my grades weren't good enough to get into pre med (again, blame it on the french system), I got accepted into nutrition and dietetics.

Fast forwards three years, during which my appetite grew bigger along with the size of my thighs, I got a Bachelor's degree in Nutrition and Dietetics. I later realized that I was more into food science than listening to people wine about their weight (I'm already sick of myself complaining about it) so I decided to go study abroad for a master's degree in Food science and biotechnology. Plus, it was a way to bypass the whole searching for a job fiasco and being an adult mess. Fast forward again to the day of my graduation, I graduated with a first (parenting advice n.2: the english system rocks) and joined the club of overqualified entry-level graduates. I'm now trying to find a job that is going to make ma a millionaire by next year and a #girlboss, basically I'm setting myself off to disappointment and depression. Can't blame a girl for wanting to go out and make it rain.

So to all you amazing scouts and HR people who for some reason ended up on my blog, please give me a job... like yesterday...

Before I end this post I just want to give all you amazing readers an idea of what this blog is about. It is not a blog where I review restaurants or talk about how to lose weight fast, it's a blog where I show you how food products are made, where I talk about the science behind food and cooking, where I taste test products (yet another excuse to eat), where I also share my travels and much much more. So stay tuned and I promise I won't make my posts as long and as pictureless as this one.

#FB