I am yao ming, a food blogger based in Shanghai, China. I love to eat, cook, write, and travel, and I have just been married for a month and a half.
I guess the best way to describe it is that I just feel great. I just want to tell you all about my life and why I chose to become a food blogger. So here we go.
First, a little background on me. I am a food blogger. I have over 10 years of experience in the food industry, and I spent the past 9 years as a food and restaurant critic. I also spent three years as a restaurant management consultant and a summer of cooking school.
I’ve had some bad luck with restaurants. I’ve had many, but the worst of them all was my first job. I had been a food critic for 9 years at a restaurant called The Kitchen, which was owned by chef Brian Solis. Brian left after a couple weeks and I was the sole food critic. I had some great food, but the restaurant was too busy to write a review so it didn’t get any attention.
This happened to me in early 2009. I was working as a restaurant critic for the Pittsburgh Tribune-Review at the time. It was a tough job because there was a lot of pressure and an expectation of “good journalism.” I was very good at it, but I couldn’t put my finger on exactly why. I put in long hours at The Kitchen, but I was just not enjoying it.
I used to think that the pressure to write good food reviews was unfair, but I was wrong. In fact, when I went to work at the Pittsburgh Tribune-Review, I got more and more pressure. I wanted to write really good reviews. I wanted to be good at it. I wanted to be good at anything. But I had no idea what I was really doing.
I guess I was always good at something. I was good at cooking. I was good at baking. I was good at writing. I was good at reviewing. But I never really knew what that was. I never knew what I was really good at. I just knew that the pressure wasn’t fair. I wasnt good enough. The pressure was really unfair.
The pressure was kind of hard to stop. I tried to get it to the point where I could be as good as I could. I was good at it. I was good at it. I was good at it. But I never really knew what I was really doing. I wasnt good enough. It was weird. I wasnt good enough.
If we had to explain to you what being good at something really means, I’m afraid that I could not do it. And believe me, I know. I’ve tried. I’ve tried to be good at it, and I know I failed. But I don’t think it was the reason why I failed. I think what I was doing was just a little different. I wasnt good enough. I wasnt good enough.
I’ve talked to people who made it to the top of one of the more difficult professions in life and they all said that they did it because they loved what they did and wanted to do it more. I think that is true for just about everyone. In fact, I think most people would say that they did it because they liked the feeling of accomplishment that comes from doing something that makes them happy.