i think about food a lot.
it may be a problem.
i blog about food, i read blogs about food, i take sub par photos of food, i love to cook food and i love to (hello!!!) eat food.
you want to talk about leeks or baking or herbed chevre or clafouti or basil or baked eggs? im your gal.
i roast garlic, i whisk vinaigrettes with a dash of dijon, a drizzle of honey and a few slivers of shallot.
i wrestle with little packets of yeast and try to convince it to play nice with the flour and the warm water and rise, damn you, rise and sometimes it cooperates and sometimes it damns me to kitchen hell (see cinnamon raisin dough, above).
here are some other things i do.
i burn toast, i overcook cakes, i undercook pork chops.
i make lots of mistakes in my kitchen. many. a plethora of mistakes.
but i am persistent and i just keep plugging away even when i seem to be having a week full of bad juju in the kitchen. sometimes the kitchen gods throw junk at me and i have days of meals that are just… off. like, it could have been really good but it just didnt quite reach that tasty status. and thats okay.
cooking calms me and focuses me and takes me to my happy place. cooking is my yoga. i feel centered after a good session in the kitchen.
so this is why i am minorly obsessed with food and all things food related.
as i type this i am listening to the joy the baker and shutterbean podcast.
guess what its about? you’ll never guess. guess!
check it, its awesome.