Hey there! I’m Mara. I’ve owned this domain name since 2006 and have had no idea what to do with it until December 2008. I’ve had a Livejournal for a while that I use as a social networking tool, but I wanted to do something else, wanted to mess around with different bloggin’ applications, so I went for it. I had and still have no sort of plans to become a Big Name Fan or queen of the blogosphere or anything. Mostly, I wanted to learn how to use WordPress so I could work it into situations where I am paid to know about it. It’s a happy accident when anyone beyond myself reads this blog!

“Supermeow” was the name that I gave to a plant in my office at work. The plant came from a former beloved colleague who now lives in Western MA. I thought it was a pretty good name. I bought the domain name on impulse. It sat around doing nothing until my friend Prairie’s cat died. Supermeow.com was used to memorialize her late kitty. Still, it didn’t seem like it was quite enough and the page that I made was really sort of a horrible parody of sites that people make to memorialize late pets. Yeah. Anyhow, I thought I could do better for Supermeow.com.

The first thought was to make this a blog about pictures of adorable cats. That didn’t happen. Then I was going to make a website talking about toys. That started to happen. Then I realized that I wanted to post recipes and other crap. Hooray! Right now, most of what I do is talk about stuff I’ve cooked or places I’ve eaten and whatnot.

My mother and grandmother used to let me help cook, and when I got old enough to be trusted with the stove, I would try cooking my own stuff. I never really liked sticking by the methods my mom used for stuff on its own, and I would doctor things up out of curiousity. My dad would get fairly pissed off when sirloin steak would be served with onions, mushrooms, and canned tomato sauce, all stuff that it’d been braised in. There were other dumb things I’d do with food out of curiousity and my parents and sister became kind of hesitant to eat things that I’d made. I started using my mom’s cookbooks a bit more often than not, realized that there were Certain Things one does and does not do with certain ingredients, and that’s about it. When I moved out of my parents’ home, I had to cook for myself, and when my roommates caught on that I didn’t cook things in the sense that I’d add water to a ramen cup or put a frozen dinner in the microwave, I would share my food with them. I’d like to believe that it was in part my decent cooking ability that snared me a husband, but I also am pretty sure that my husband would eat fried eggs off of a fart if he could.

Husband to whom I make frequent reference to is Christian. In many social situations involving nerds, he assumes the role of alpha-nerd and exerts dominance over all lesser nerds present. He may keep me from owning any sort of pet that I might want to have around because of his stupid allergies, and he may not ever want to go swimming, but he is exactly the person I want to legally obligated to for the rest of my life.