I'm Ben. Surprised? You shouldn't be.
Friends, Romans, Foodies, lend me your ears.
Raised by wolves on an island in the South Pacific, Ben’s first taste of food came when his wolf mom fed him tapioca pudding from a halved coconut. I mean, isn’t that a better story than “Desert dweller. Homeschool escapee. World traveler.”?
Fine. The truth is always better, but seldom as entertaining.
Ben Intentional exists because I’m obsessed with food, all things coffee, and travel, and I’m one of those people who has to share EVERYTHING. Seriously, if it tastes good, you’ll know about it!
Join me on my delicious goal to be better in the kitchen, be the best husband and dad ever, and not eat crappy food.
