Well, that was kind of a fail.
Rest assured, I did really start out intending to not make so many damn calls to the delivery guy. I did intend to learn how to cook. I did intend to do it without making the fireman next door come over, extinguisher in hand, to put out the charred remains of a slow cooker that had been left on high too long.
Okay, that last one wasn’t true. When I burned the slow cooker, it was a few years ago and I had my own extingusher.But somehow, after just two weeks, I realized something: I not only hate cooking. I hate writing about cooking.
So, I stopped. Not cooking (though, I definitely slipped, and now it’s June and I have a huge project and the delivery guy could probably find the house blindfolded at this point), but writing about it. I was sick of finding new recipes, hacking my way through them, and then coming up with some witticism that was a little more significant than “It tastes much better than it looks!!”
And then, a funny thing happened. I spent a significant part of the day at work this week waiting for a proc to finish running. I used the time to check out my pal’s blog and found myself at the beginning. In September 2004, he signed on with one of those “Hi, welcome to my world” posts and never quite stopped. Over a thousand (probably closer to two) posts later, he’s still at it. Personally, I think he should write a book, but he won’t listen to me. The difference, though, is that his blog is varied. Whatever strikes him is what he writes about.
So, I’m proposing a change. I’ll still write about kitchen fails (of which I am sure there will be many), but I’m also going to focus on other things. I’m more than just a kitchen disaster. I’m a singer, an aspiring novelist, an IT geek, a marathoner, and a hopeless romantic. I think it’s time you knew that too.
Welcome back. I hope we both stay awhile.