Am I a “foodie”?

I often hear this word, foodie, being tossed all around the blog world. What is a foodie?

I’m starting to wonder… am I a foodie?

 

There is no doubt in my mind that I love food.

I wake up with a spare 30 minutes every morning to pack my lunch and make breakfast in the morning.

I dream about what kind of breakfast I’m going to make on the weekend since I have even more time to devote for breakfast.

At breakfast I’m thinking about what I’m going to eat for lunch, and at lunch I’m thinking about what I’m going to make for dinner.

I have numerous cookbooks, all of which are indexed to the different recipes I dream of trying.

I have a plethora of magazine clippings for recipes I intend to try.

I visit countless food blogs and recipe pages for more time than I want to admit on a weekly basis.

I find myself at the grocery store at least 3 times a week.

Grocery shopping makes me happy.

Pizza makes me happy.

Coffee makes me happy.

Chocolate makes me very happy.

I love to cook.

I love to try new restaurants.

I could talk about food all. day.

I would gladly run 10+ miles for a really good meal.

 

Naturally I did a little research:

According to Wiktionary:

According to the Urban Dictionary:

Well, there we have it.

Hi. My name is Brittaney, and I’m a foodie.