Cooking keeps me grounded. It makes sense. When everything else is chaotic and I can’t seem to find my peace…cooking can calm me down. So over the last few months, as the idea of blogging has been mulling around in my head, I knew from the start that I wanted to write about food. Cooking helps me fully experience my emotions. It soothes my anxieties and excites my mind and my senses. Writing (the other concept that attracts me to blogging) is an entirely different cup of tea. I’m not sure how to explain the feeling it evokes in me, which is ironic because what I love about writing is how it helps me to articulate my thoughts and my feelings. Without words, I would be lost and so the mastery of words has always been compelling to me—almost spiritual. The manipulation of words to express exactly what you mean is an art and one that makes me feel in control and at peace. The human mind is complex and immense and words can never quite give emotions justice but they sure can come close when used in the right order. I’m not sure if I’m starting this blog out of my love of food or out of my love of writing…or both…or if it really even matters. All I know is that I want to write and cook and eat and then share my love of these art forms with the people that I care about.
“The most solid advice for a writer is this, I think: Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough”
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