A little profile:
I’m Wendy Ellen Thomas, no relation to Dave Thomas or his square beef patty empire. And Wendy was actually only a nickname for his daughter.
Q. Where do you come from?
A. Originally, Winter Park FL. I stayed in Florida long enough to have an almost normal childhood and my own first child. I left permanently when I was 23 to move to the west coast.
Q. And you currently reside where and with whom?
A. After three years in Hamburg Germany, I’ve returned to Orcas Island, WA and live here with my fourteen year old daughter, Chloe and my husband (lovingly referred to as O). I’ve spent chapters in Saratoga Springs, NY,Virginia Beach, VA, Seattle WA and Paris, France.
Q. How would you describe yourself?
A. I’m a mostly moral, ethical person with a good heart and a good outlook on life. I don’t set a lot of boundaries and usually push hard to achieve what I want or need….sometimes for better or worse. I can be compulsive. I like people but not too many at one time.
Q. You mentioned you procreated?
A. Twice. An amazing son, 24 who lives in NYC and an inspiring daughter, 14 who unwillingly must still reside at home and not in her own apartment with a cat.
Q. Did you receive any further education past HS?
A. Yes! I did earn a BS in nutrition at Bastyr University in Seattle. This was a wonderful, eye-opening experience into the world of natural foods and living. I attended Ecole Superior de Cuisine Française in Paris and passed the CAP in cuisine (a little bit about that in English)
Q. How have you kept yourself busy the last 20 years?
A. Parented. Long, solitary road trips of self discovery. Moved to a fifteen acre organic farm on an island. Did Market gardening. Managed said fifteen acres of property. Worked in restaurants. Weaving. Moved to Paris to go to cooking school. Learned French. Catered. Owned a cafe. Owned a kitchen store. Moved to Northern Germany. Learned German. Started a blog.
Q. Was there a reason for starting this blog on the auspicious day of 11/11/11?
A. One day when we still lived on the farm on Orcas, I handed my dad (who still lives on the property) 3 eggs to take home . He said give me 2 or 4 but not 3. I stared at him blankly realizing where I inherited my freakish penchant for numbers. I prefer even ones like my birthdate – 4-8-68. Or cool symmetrical feeling ones like say 111111.