Hi there! I’m Jourdan. Welcome to Does This Need Salt.

Now, before we begin, we should probably get one thing straight up front: I am not a professional.

What does that mean? Well, to start, I burn things fairly frequently - myself, mostly. My food photography is not gallery-worthy by any standards, and I probably will not be able to answer any questions about how to bake one of my recipes using gluten-free flour.

This might be the nicest mise en place I've ever... um, en placed.

This might be the nicest mise en place I've ever... um, en placed.

Hell, I didn’t even have a kitchen counter until about four months ago! True story: my last apartment, which I shared for two years with one of my best friends, had a not-quite-full-size fridge directly next to a somewhat petite stove, which was immediately next to a sink. All vegetable chopping took place on the coffee table, if and when vegetable chopping took place.

But what I lack in kitchen space and experience, I make up for with what I consider to be a pretty outstanding resume of eating. I’m fortunate enough to  live in New York City, where I can get anything from Vietnamese Pho to the best pizza in the world (come at me, Chicago!) if I so choose, and I frequently do. But more importantly, I grew up in what can only be described as a Food Family.

Yes, there's a lot of us.

Yes, there's a lot of us.

If I were to create a scrapbook of all of my family memories, most of it would be pictures of food. Or at least pictures of my family eating food. Or making food. Or sitting in someone’s living room with large quantities of food in the background. Or… well, you get it. We love to eat. We watch cooking shows the way other families might watch sitcoms. We discuss what we want to eat for dinner while sitting around the lunch table.

Just a tiny fraction of both the food and the family.

Just a tiny fraction of both the food and the family.

All of this is a long-winded way of saying that I grew up surrounded by good food, and with what one could mildly describe as an obsession with cooking and eating. I’d like to find a productive use for those passions, and rather than baking enough cookies to bury myself alive in my apartment apartment, hoarders-style, I thought I’d share some of my food-related musings with the world. Or my mom, who’s probably the only one reading this. Hi Mom!

Come back for family recipes, kitchen experiments, and amateur restaurant reviews. I’m looking forward to cooking for you all!