April 2, 2025

Once A Cheater...

Did you know, I’ve actually done like, tons of cooking without you?

And, I’ve, like, been properly using the lessons I’ve learnt from both Start Here and doing this blog? I really do make game plans before I put together a meal on my own, I taste almost everything and then wait, adjust, taste, wait and adjust again before serving. I write more, I treat writing more professionally - something that will take up a certain amount of time and effort and should be treated accordingly. Something that might expose me and make me feel vulnerable, but I’m the only one who knows the level of exposure and vulnerability I’m putting myself through. I know that I care when I write this bloglets, and I know that the people who click through care (because [for the most part] you are my friends and family and you have demonstrated that care and affection in real terms. You have shown me love, you have acted in ways that are kind and willing), but also, that no-one really cares what’s written in a personal cooking blog in the Year of Our Traditions 2025. I barely get past the first paragraph of most of the newsletters I follow - and I am fully absorbed by their writing - I just don’t always have the capacity to be. Plus, they maybe edit thiers.¹

But, I have been cheating. I have made dishes from Start Here with full intention to write about them in this here space, but, just, haven’t. I’ve cooked, taken photos, eaten (om nom nom) and then, just not. Not specified the time. Not carved the recording of said experience as a priority. Built up a couple of examples to pile into one post: to demonstrate my experimentation, my process, my progress and proof, and then, just not.

And it does feel like cheating. Not the lusty ass-grabbing tongue exchanges down an alleyway, but the long text-exchanges and inside jokes that give you the warm and fuzzies when you read them, but the cold and scaries when someone calls out from the other room “What’s so funny?”.

This is an attempt to show my phone and say: “Oh, nothing really, just you know my friend XYZ? They sent this meme^{2 3}