Officially. Some will call me “Jen Jen”, if feeling whimsical, or “Jenny Famewhore”, if alluding to the satirically misnamed rock band that four of my best friends and I created when we were bored and 15. The Famewhores transformed into a rap group once we discovered our lack of marketable musical talents. We are still waiting to assume our rightful place as superstars.
I graduated in May 2010 with a BA in Economics and Asian Studies from Boston College, where I was also a food columnist for the Heights.
These recent 4 years, you may have found me: building houses in Norristown, PA; teaching English in Brighton, MA; eating fettucine alfredo made tableside in Rome, Italy; struggling with high-school Spanish in Barcelona, Spain; cramming for finals at smoky Excelsior Cafe in Tokyo, Japan; haggling over prices in Taipei, Taiwan; jumping through rings of fire in Koh Phi Phi, Thailand; riding on a motorcycle to a cliff-side, monkey-infested temple in Bali, Indonesia; ordering dukbokgi from street vendors in Seoul, Korea; discussing the Guatamalan food riots with the judicial attache in San Salvador, El Salvador; and manufacturing organic green tea in Yi Chang, China.
I live and work in New York City, for now.
"A kind of primal scene of eating hovers over every cookbook, just as a primal scene of sex lurks behind every love story." – Adam Gopnik