You must be asking yourself: of all the things in the universe one could blog about, you chose cooking. Cooking. I know, the world could use another cooking blog like it could use an international nuclear war. But, just this once, let me argue my case.
Cooking is a part of life and culture that I have never *actually* experienced. Sure I watched my dad cook dinner when I was younger (which was mostly just frying deer meat), and no one can touch my grandma on Thanksgiving. But for me, personally, cooking is a mystical concept that has always been slightly out of reach. I've tried before, purchasing a beginners cookbook and lots of neon-colored measuring spoons, hoping that I would all of a sudden become inspired. But alas, I always ended up on the kitchen floor in a ball of buttery disappointment, with my phone to my ear ordering Chinese food.
I love the idea of cooking: putting effort and love into this organic material while you stir it around in a pot at a certain temperature until it changes shape and color and consistency, and then it goes into your body and becomes a part of you. It's mind blowing, honestly. Welcome to philosophy 101. But really, I want to have friends over for a feast and say with pride "Welcome to my home! Let's eat!" without them asking for a friendship refund. I want to eat food that I made and say to myself "OH MY GOD did you make that yourself?" I want to become more patient and experience cooking as it is supposed to be: an actual experience.
So yes. Thank is why this blog exists. Thanks for putting up with it.
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