Now You're Cooking with Crazy

You know how people say "Now you're cooking with gas!"? OK, people don't really say that, but they used to. And it meant that you were onto something, on a roll. That's where I am. I'm on a roll with cooking. The more I do it, the more I love it. It calms me down and chills me out. When I'm stressed or bored or sad, nothing helps more than to strap on an apron, mix things together, and turn it into food. It's like it takes away the crazy. Takes it away and, I suspect, puts it into the food.

I'm one of those people. The ones who shows up at a party with homemade food. Who brings baked goods into the office for no reason whatsoever. Who turns any opportunity where more than two people are gathered into a chance to serve those people something tasty. Why? Because I can't not. I don't mean to brag by saying this. I'm not some stuck up bitch who's trying to make everyone who bought a bag chips look bad. Look at you! You brought chips! You know what that makes you? A good guest! I just can't bring myself to bring something I bought, when I know I can make something instead. I'll enjoy making it and you'll enjoy eating it. If I show up at your house with a store-bought dish? I've probably had a really bad week. You know what that makes me? Crazy.

So what? We're all a little crazy, I've decided to embrace mine. So, I'm starting this blog to keep a record of my food. A great dish can live in a memory for years, but I want to remember all the dishes, good and bad. If you love food like I do, I hope you'll come back for seconds.

Oh and, I'll try not to have such bad puns in future posts. No promises though.