Or at least, here I go again.
Most of you probably have no idea where I am going with this.
You see, I have this blog. Or rather, I have a domain name and server space, with blogging software installed on it, but which contains very few actual posts or any writing at all. The latter is perhaps the more honest description, but let’s just call it a blog so it can feel good about itself. Actually, we might even want to call it secret blog because I am pretty sure no one but the web bots have ever scanned its sparse pages and prose.
After Perpetually Astonished first came into being as the byproduct of my exam-induced procrastination, I don’t think I ever wrote a single post. I imagine that many a great thing in this world has been created by students looking for a way to avoid studying, but my blog certainly wasn’t one of them. When I tried to make another go of it this spring, I decided to write about technology, design and human computer interaction (HCI) because that’s what I know. I thought I’m working on a Master’s in HCI, I am brimming with opinions and there are scads of interesting things to talk about! It was perfect, I was set to blog.
And while I very sincerely meant to embrace that topic and write like crazy, I just couldn’t get the words out. At last count, I have 7 unfinished drafts just sitting in the queue, and I have zero desire to finish any of them. Realizing that I am not passionate enough about what it is that I supposedly ‘DO’ to actually write about it has been a real eye-opener. I think that I am only just beginning to suspect what that really means for me and my potential career in computer science – but that’s a conversation for another time.
The real point is this: I miss writing, and I want to be better at it. I recognize that the only way to do that is to write, write, write. So this time I am going to try writing about something that I am certain I love, and that I have proven myself capable of talking about indefinitely. Food.
While I consider myself a competent cook, I know I have leaps and bounds further to go, and I want to start challenging myself to learn everything that I can learn. I am not making any promises on what you should expect to see here, but I suspect you’ll be happy if you’re interested in either recipes, or reflections on the many, many, many kitchen failures in store for me in the future.
And before you even say it. . . I know, I know. Food blogs have been done to death. But despite my lack of any real expertise or training, food and cooking are some of the only things in life that I actually feel qualified to talk about. If the best that comes from this blog is writing practice and an archive of family recipes, then I shall be delighted!
So screw it. I’m doin’ it. Here on out, I’m a food blogger. What’s the worst that that could happen? It’s just pots and stuff, right?