As I was researching recipes for a bake sell we are having at work, while simultaneously going through things I want to write about in my mind, I got a wild hair. On a whim, I started a blog. I have never had a blog short of a brief encounter with LiveJournal. I never read blogs. I don't, for the most part, understand them. But they seem interesting, so I'll give it a try. I'm not giving this blog a theme as of yet or promising daily, weekly or even monthly posts. I am a huge victim of procrastination. Most things I start have yet to be finished. When I finish something, the final product is usually a far cry from what the original idea began as. I'm still deciding whether to group this under my flaws or unique characteristics. I'll get around to that later. As for the blog title, it encompasses the one passion I have managed to maintain for 3/4 or more of my life, and a new passion that I hope will stick. I love to write and I love to cook. While I can only, with confidence, claim to be genuinelly skilled with the first, I thouroughly enjoy both writing and cooking, and hey, according to all the movies and idioms we idolize, that's all that matters, right?
As for posts, if I ever do them, I hope to aim them toward either my writing experiences/works or experiences with cooking. I have no secrets. If I make something horrible, and decide to make a post, I won't lie and say it was awesome. I am fully competent in my skills as a writer. As a cook, I am learning as I go. So hopefully one can help with the other, and vice versa. As for readers/followers, if there ever are any of you, thanks for wasting your time with me. I'll try not to let you down... but then again, I may forget I ever said that.
- AC
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