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Hello, Asiah here.

As you can see, there are no pictures.  My identity is a secret only because I haven’t gone to JcPenny’s and taken professional headshot.

I hope you caught the sarcasm.

But I kind of dig this mysteriousness.

That’s irrelevant though.

What’s most relevant, is answering a question most of us stumble on, the “Who are you?” question.

Well, I can’t say my name again because I already introduced myself at the beginning.

Darn.

But to keep things uncomplicated, I’m just a girl who loves food just as much as I love being in my bed after a 9-hr shift.

Or the same way, you love air conditioning on a 100-degree day.

Or the way a hairstylists loves clients who are on time.

Or the way a pennypincher loves Black Friday deals.

The way buttons love holes.

You get the picture. If you ask my closest friends and family about me, and nothing food-related comes up in the conversation, they’re no kin of mine.

I rant.

I rave.

Sometimes I can be a little sarcastic.

Now that I’ve revealed the inner workings of myself a little, I hope you’ll stay. Hang out a little, maybe?

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