It’s been a couple of weeks, yeah I know. I’ve been hiding behind the excuse of cleaning and not wanting to add to my stress, but I’m going to have a food post up probably tomorrow–
Hello? Anybody out there? *taps mic* OK, well maybe this post will be just for me so I don’t forget how to do this writing thing when it comes to things other than commitments.
I had this crazy dream last night where I was in a coma. I woke up a year later and found out that my husband had left me; I was homeless, broke, and I had only the clothes on my back… and my laptop (what the ?!? brain).
Clearly, my brain thinks I can do without clean underwear more than my laptop. Because, priorities.
Anyway, I woke up and my first thoughts this morning were, 1) it must really suck for people who wake up from comas and realize everything has changed; 2) apparently I get really weird when I haven’t turned on the creativity spigot in a while, having Technicolor nightmares and everything; 3) worst night’s sleep. Ever.
You know, even food was losing its luster for me. It had become a thing that I had to do in silence and that was hurting my soul. I’ve found the spark again when I had some impromptu food-jam sessions with people online… just simple ingredient matching.
It’s not that I want hero worship; I need fellowship in food, or at least the occasional challenge. I don’t like working in a vacuum, where it’s just me and some books and magazines and “Gee, what should I think about making tonight.”
And yes, even in my mind I usually say it without the question mark.
I love talking about food. But like Italian food and good wine, it’s always best shared with other people.
Anyway, I guess what I’m trying to say is, feel free to reach out and poke me online once in a while. Challenge me. Ask questions (I love investigating a good mystery). Think about the craziest thing you’ve ever thrown together and tell me about it. I’m easy-going and I’ll look for any reason to spend time chatting on Twitter instead of dusting things.