I was inspired.
Actually it was more of just following... things that were pleasurable.
Started with food. Lord I just love food. If you look through pictures from my childhood you will see that I never look happier than when there is food present. Whether it was in my mouth, my hand, on the table in front of me, I'm clearly smitten with the stuff.
That lead inevitably to good food. My parents, my mother especially, spoiled me. In more ways than one, but the most important was in the fantastic meals I had access to growing up. My family loves nothing more than to eat out. We have it down to a science.
Suddenly when I was tossed from my cocoon of safety and deliciousness into the real world of college and dining halls, I yearned for good food. Wanted it. Needed it. It took me a while to realize that while I could (and did, believe me) spend all my money eating out, I could probably learn something and save myself some money (for more food) by cooking wonderful food for myself.
This hasn't quite happened yet. My new inspiration of cooking has manifested itself in obsessive reading of cooking blogs, restaurant blogs, and lots of baked goods.
They are just so easy! So unnecessary! If you always have flour and butter and sugar you can make something that most people are going to want to eat. There in lay my problem- I am just plain lazy and impatient (and spoiled, did I mention?).
So baby steps. I do cook for myself, and I eat out. I also read food blogs. I also bake quite a bit. Thank god I live in an apartment building full of waterpolo players or I would be 300 pounds by now.
I want to join this new community, this new modern society where people blog. I think it is good for the universe. A little self-involved? Yes. But hey, you're reading it.
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