I am everything Sushi is not.
To be candid, I can barely find my pants in the morning. There are ketchup packets in my bathroom and I often run into the middle of busy streets without looking. Matching my socks is a profound sartorial achievement. I’ve broken two work-desk drawers in the last year. There are 18 light bulb sockets in my apartment right now, and only two currently host a working bulb. My 2008 tax returns are still wedged underneath my pantry cart, and I burn my feet whenever I make pasta.
In other words, I am not graceful. Or elegant, well-composed, balanced, organized, attractive or at all formal. Throw in the fact that I typically don’t care for fish, and you’ll perhaps understand my surprise when the words “we should make sushi” slipped out of my mouth.
Alternate working title: Leaven and the Ragged Tiger
It should be no surprise that I am a crappy blogger. The real question, however, is why. I’m not a bad blogger simply because I seldom post. At the worst, this makes me a LAZY blogger.
Sometimes I rationalize this by telling myself that I have to be “in the moment,” you know, interesting food I feel passionately about, with a humorous storyline and mesmerizing visuals. A LOT has to fall into place for all of that to be in place, my friends. But, again, that’s a rationalization. Sometimes I’m just lazy.
I’m not even a bad blogger because I don’t proofread. Or verify my links or fix my #*$& WordPress template or present my recipes consistently or make sure my blogroll is current. This makes me a SLOPPY blogger. You’ve seen the stove, right? I’m working on it. I think the real reason I’m a crappy blogger? I overlook the obvious. Food I eat weekly The foods that take up most of my intellectual and culinary effort. Stuff I read about think about, talk about. I always think I’m at my best when I’m putting my cooking in the context of my “real” life – my struggles with time due to carelessness, my social ineptitude and relational crucibles, my willingness to go hungry rather than eat out of a box.