In the beginning there was food...

Welcome to my blog. Let me preface this whole thing by saying that my feelings on blogs are mixed. I enjoy reading other peoples' blogs, but can't imagine other people wanting to read my meanderings. I worry that having a blog may lead to shameless self promotion. Or encourage the kind of mental masturbation that I tend to engage in only when I'm drunk. Yet against my better judgment, here I am.

The original idea for this blog came up one night in the kitchen. Paige is a blog connoisseur, and must be credited for her tireless efforts to expose our household (aka the Den of Iniquity) to the lives of those who bravely expose themselves on the internet through their blogs (e.g. Dennis, He who is Fucked). Several important pieces are necessary in order to understand the logic which lead to my decision:

1. I love cooking and do so regularly for my roommates Lisa and Paige.
2. My memory is shit. Like Alzheimer's shitty. I like to think of myself as an idiot savant. I know what aspect of my intellect makes me an idiot (my memory), but I still haven't figured out what makes me a savant. Paige thinks I need B12 shots.
3. I like making new recipes and rarely like to repeat.

Number two is probably the most compelling reason for blogging my cooking efforts. I often try a new recipe only to forget how much I like it. Or I forget it completely (someday I'll be wearing diapers and fingerpainting). So archiving my cooking attempts is a way to keep some sort of record of what I've done. It's also a good way for Lisa and Paige to let me know what they liked, what they loved, and what they hope I'll never make again.

So in order to avoid long introspective posts about my life and feelings (which according to my mother "are for the gays"), I will focus on cooking and other hobbies, present and future. The main ones right now are photography, reading and cooking, but I have a laundry list of things to add when I have money and space in which to do them. These include but are not limited to pottery, painting, cabinetry, car and home repair, and gardening. If my life becomes what I want it to, I will be an old hippie, living in the woods, raising chickens for eggs, and engaging in the aforementioned hobbies.

I hope this is interesting to those who read it. I hope it will motivate me to develop my hobbies, which I need in order to fill the void that TV has created in my life, which craptopping has not been able to replace. I used to watch hours of TV a day, and since I don't really like watching TV ad nauseam anymore I really need stuff to fill the time. I'll leave you with some words of wisdom from Southpark, which I'm currently watching:

"Never let poontang come between you and your friends."

Oh, and I'm sorry if my blog is offensive. If I don't use bad words my pancreas starts to hurt. It's genetic, I think. So I'm not really sorry, since it's actually sort of a handicap.