Project #2: Become a Food Critic

I, like many the average person, am not totally thrilled with my job. I’ve got a good job. A solid job. A regular paycheck sort of job. It’s not the best of jobs, it’s not the worst of jobs. It’s a far far more average job than any job I’ve had before.

I like to daydream about changing jobs.

So, in my ongoing effort to be more than the average person, I consider what would be a spectacular job. What sort of job would make me leap out of bed in the morning. (“Leap out of bed in the morning for” is about as high a rating as I can give something.) In my list of possible dream jobs: famous writer, famous musician, lottery winner, and food critic.

Oh yes. My name is Anne and I’m a foodie. Or, at least, a wannabe foodie. I am what happens when someone belongs to Weight Watchers® and watches too much Food Network©. That is to say, I obsess about food. I love food. I love junk food. I love gourmet food. I love all the food in between. I love talking about food. I love eating food. They should make me a food critic.

I see the latest food critic to be introduced on Iron Chef America and I wonder, “How do you get that job?!” According to about.com and other such sites, in order to become a food critic I need to write well and know everything about food and the food industry. It’s all downhill from there, I’m sure. The various online help-yourself sites advise practice. Practice. Practice. (Apparently, this is the solution to everything.)

So, the point of this entry: expect to see me write about food in the near future. I gotta get some practice in before Iron Chef calls.