Hello, my name is Miki. After spending the better part of my early adolescence aspiring to be a world-famous musician, and the better part of my late adolescence aspiring to be a world-famous art historian, I emerged from college gainfully employed as neither. So in 2008, after a brief stint as a librarian in a far-flung corner of the Bronx, I relocated to Washington, DC and got myself a job waiting tables. The next four years proved to be formative: I found myself in the thick of what was a rapidly evolving local food scene that pulsed with energy amidst the otherwise grim backdrop of the recession (thanks, Obama).
In 2012, I decided to take my love for all things culinary and channel it into a master’s degree in gastronomy. I had never previously considered that the ideas of collegiate heroes of mine like Roland Barthes and Walter Benjamin could be applied to topics like the North Korean famine, coprophagy in the films of John Waters, and the symbology of alcohol in RuPaul’s Drag Race: Untucked! But I realized that they could, in a fashion typical of grad school fuckery.
After finishing the program with two Julia Child awards under my belt (bestowed by the ghost of Julia Child herself), I moved back to New York and took an internship at my favorite food website ever, Serious Eats. I’m still over the moon about fact that I even set foot in their offices, which pretty much always smell of something delicious.
Nowadays, I try to write, read, cook, and consume as much as possible (both gustatorily and otherwise). And sometimes I still do make it out to a concert or a museum, because, well, old habits die hard.
Wanna get in touch? I’m figuring out how to be a better Twitter-er; you can find me at @miki_kawasaki. Until I get better at that, check out my Pinterest page, where I take great pleasure in pinning food photos and dumb pictures of animals. I’m also on LinkedIn, if you’d like to keep it strictly professional. Although really you should just shoot me an e-mail at miki dot kawasaki at gmail dot com.