Unwrapped

Earliest food memory: The smell of fresh ginger wafting through my grandmother’s kitchen; being a young super-finicky eater commended for cleaning my plate (I still can’t shake the adulation or leave a morsel of food untouched).
 
Some say I’m: Spontaneous.
 
I say I’m: Noncommittal.
 
When I’m not eating, I’m usually: Running, reading and drooling over what’s on The Food Network.
 
Pick your poison: Johnnie Walker Black on the rocks or anything sparkling. I love bubbles.
 
Guilty pleasure: Freezing everything. I’d freeze my underwear in the summertime if it fit in my freezer. Note: invest in an industrial-size freezer.

Can’t stand the sight of: Pickles.

Can’t live without: Milk.

Kitchen staples: Soy milk, peanut butter (creamy, all-natural!) and an assortment of cheeses.

Last meal: Cari’s black beans, my mother’s picadillo, Michy’s red velvet cupcake and Moët. Lots of Moët.