It’s been three years since I posted anything here. But the blog sticks around, haunting me saying, “but you love cooking, you stupid fuck. Write me.”
Not that there’s altogether that much cooking going on, but I’m doing what I can. So I thought I’d add a photo element to this blog, as it’s, you know, about food. And things. Future posts will include pictures of what I make. Also, categories!
I guess it’s sort of a drunk-on-hope kind of thing: we’re waiting on job news and that sort. I’m burying expectations in deep graves, learning again that expectation only leads me to disappointment.
But I don’t find that with cooking. With cooking I expect a lot of my food. I expect it nourishes and delights, warms and satisfies. I heard once “a chef is only good as her ingredients.” But I really seek more than ingredients: I seek synthesis and epiphany.
May Hegel and Heidegger find their ways into my kitchen, and Derrida take a seat at this table.
