My whole life plays out in my mind like one big, long blog post. My thoughts come through in sort of an editorial monologue, as if I'm Carrie Bradshaw narrating a bad date. This is particularly useful when I'm in the kitchen, since I'm essentially writing as I cook. I think about why I'm making what I'm making, what memories are tied to it, where the recipe came from...everything that eventually becomes the story surrounding my (hopefully) scrumptious final product.
I believe in dressing up for cocktails, jubilant table settings, and eating Cap'n Crunch from a martini glass just because. A spoonful of sugar ("sugar" encompassing everything from chocolate frosting to gin) really does help the medicine go down.
Why write about cooking? Because sharing recipes, a dinner table, a piece of pie- these are all things that have remained constant while the world around us becomes that of a 140 character, touchscreen society. When we stop to have a meal, cook for someone we love, or swap recipes it forces us to connect in a way that rarely happens anymore. I believe that food has the power to create memories, and to transport us- even momentarily- to exotic places, or simply, and most meaningfully, home.