My name’s Abbe.
Please pronounce it the same you would as “Abby,” and not, “Abe Froman, Sausage King of Chicago.” (Though, I promise you, I don’t mind it.)
I’m a writer and editor. I’m also a pro at multitasking and communication. I can manage humans (and cats) and have a quick wit (unless I’m tired).
I have a passion for the f&b industry. And a good sense of urgency. I’m adaptable. (That’s probably a lie.)
So let’s dive deeper.
I believe that everything happens for a reason. I quite literally fell into the world of publishing on a whim—and loved it—becoming an intern at Food Arts magazine, a (now defunct) trade publication written by chefs, for chefs. My late EIC became my mentor. My job was a welcome surprise to me, but it was also a great one.
I work really, really hard. Sometimes too hard. But I’m okay with it.
Running got me healthy—and I love it. After my EIC passed away, I was in a very dark place—I gained ton of weight, was smoking upwards of a pack a day, and could easily knock back a fifth of Maker’s Mark. When I started having trouble sleeping from the weight gain, I knew something had to give. So, with the help of a dear friend, I signed up for my first half marathon. The training alone helped me drop weight, quit smoking, and eat properly. I grew to love running long distances. I signed up for my first marathon. And they just keep coming. (I also met my husband through running, so there’s that.)
I have severe anxiety, and it’s something I’ve struggled with since I was in elementary school. And I’m not alone. (Have anxiety? I’m here to talk to you about it! We can get through it together.)
Finally, I can quote a fuckton of movies. Seriously.
And that’s me.