It dawned on me then, more than ever: I love to cook.
This, coupled with the earlier epiphanies of "I love to write" and "I need to find a 12-step program for my internet addiction" resulted in two things happening that evening: One, preparing a creamy chicken marsala dish for tomorrow's dinner, and Two, this blog entry.
It's a logical step. I've had a blog more or less since I was ten, and have a couple currently. But they're mostly for me to rant and complain on and post pictures of cats. Who cares about that?--Well, a handful of special people actually, but for the most part, no one. Who cares about food? EVERYONE!
Sharing my love of food and possibly writing something people will actually read? Sounds good to me.
A brief (hah, yeah right) summary of my culinary history: I always tried my hardest to cook. From the time I could reach the stove I was waking my parents up with a delightful breakfast-in-bed of brown apples cut clumsily with a plastic knife, lukewarm coffee because the coffee maker scared me, and rubbery scrambled eggs. It was always a little joke, Bee Can't Cook. A fact enforced when I melted a bowl in the microwave, somehow managed to make a batch of chocolate chip cookies that simply would not solidify in the oven no matter what the temperature, and tried to melt butter that was already smooshed into some kind of batter that resulted in cooked, sugary egg mush.
|Irish Car Bomb Cupcakes|
The final push into my obsession with cuisine and my over-spending in the supermarket was my summer interning for a cook book publicity agency. I stumbled upon her business in my college textbook for Book Publicity while doing a project on freelance publicists. Soon I found myself lost in the cook books, photocopying her clients' recipes and trying them out on my friends. I admired and envied every smiling face on every cover--they were cooking for a living! Why couldn't I?--oh, that's right, I have still am vague on what exactly fois gras is and my knife skills are abysmal. I don't think I've even ever tasted souffle...
|Frites in Amsterdam|
So I graduated with my shiny new publishing degree, moved back in with the parents (though I now have my own apartment), and got a sensible job as a marketing assistant for an energy company. In my free time, I keep my parents and friends well-fed.
And so begins my journey into the Cooking Blogosphere, my Quarter Life Crisis. Hopefully I can inspire other wannabe chefs to try on the ol' silly white hat, or just give you something interesting to cook for dinner or drool over. I have big plans for this, let's hope I go through with it.
|Guinness in Dublin|