Much To My Delight

Much To My Delight

Hey there!

My name is Jennifer and I’m a 40-year-old Caucasian, which you probably already guessed when I told you my name, which is now as dated and unfashionable as vertical blinds and bulging shoulder pads. In Celtic, my name means “White Wave”, which sounds like a racist uprising, while the English and Welsh translate it more genially to “Fair One”, which sounds more like me. Regardless, the American name “Jennifer” is a souvenir from the bygone era of the 1970s and ‘80s, a simpler time when nobody wore sunscreen or seat belts, and telephones looked like hard beige rainbows. It’s when I grew up, so if you catch me humming Journey tunes on my walk to work, please don’t judge me.

crossword train gal

Initially, Much to My Delight was a food blog. Then one day, over lukewarm enchiladas, I realized I’d much rather eat my dinner than set up a photoshoot for it. I’m still obsessed with food and write about it from time to time, but don’t expect professional photos from my kitchen. I usually post little quick peeks into what I’m creating in my kitchen.

shrimp and grits

jen spian

These days, the blog is mostly a collection of my thoughts, experiences and observations. I also share quick recipes, home decor tips and general musings about life. Blogging is my way to unwind after a long day on the job. I work as a psychotherapist and clinical supervisor at a busy mental health clinic, and things occasionally get heavy. My blog is where I keep it light. Writing is my version of a cold beer.


Most of my stories take place in my adopted hometown of New York City, where I’ve lived for the past 18 years. I love sharing updates about my favorite restaurants, shops, sights and activities… all of which fall far off the well-beaten tourist path.


My husband Vinny and I live in Astoria, Queens and every night we steeple our hands and pray that it never becomes as hip and trendy as Brooklyn. Read a few of my posts and you’ll quickly learn how obsessed I am with our sweet neighborhood, where big Greek families gather for Friday night dinners in bustling tavernas and fruit and vegetable stands stay open all night and sell things you can’t find anywhere else like massive boxes of sticky fresh dates and whole chestnuts and almonds still inside their shells.

Two years ago we bought a multi-family house here, renting out the top floor to full-time residents while preparing to open a small airB&B in the basement (say that three times really fast… airB&B in the basement, airB&B in the basement, airB&B in the basement). It’s weird to think of myself as a landlady. I feel like I need to invest in some of those tiny wire-rimmed glasses on a chain.


And as much as I love the city, I still wax nostalgia about life back home pretty often. I grew up on the Gulf Coast of Galveston, Texas, and Texans love to spin a yarn.

Here’s where I spin mine.

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About Jenn.


About Me: I'm a 40-year-old native Texan who moved to New York, became a therapist, and married a guy named Vinny from Queens. I delight in observing the world around me, and write about it here. I'm not normally this tan, but I wish I was.


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