Back to the point... While I still cook quite a bit, I found myself in a position where I was coming up with things to make just to have something to put in this space. While that was fun for several months, as with many things, it can become an obligation and an obligation can become something that lacks fun-ness. I have always said that I started doing this because it is fun and I *want* to. But then, I started to kind of feel like I *had* too, which I know is bullshit, but then some commenter says, "What, did you run out of ideas?" Then someone else told me I wasn't funny anymore ((do you know how hard it is to make a turkey burger funny?)) and commence Jules going on strike because that is certainly the best way to counter that idea. Counterproductivity for the win!
I also read a lot of cooking/recipe blogs and Jesus H. Christ, some of them are the drollest things I've ever seen. I swear to carbs, if I see one more picture of some fucking overnight oats that are the Best! Thing! Ever! I am going to hurl chia seeds through the internet into that asshole's eyeball. I don't want to be that person. On either end.
((No, I'm not breaking up with you all. Relax.))
Anyway, FROM NOW ON, ((and that was in all caps so you know it is important)) we are going to talk about whatever the hell we ((I'm not sure who "we" is, probably the Royal We)) want to. If you know me In Real Life or via Facebook or Twitter, you are aware that a LOT of really bizarre shit happens to me and around me. We will still cook stuff sometimes. ((Read as: We will still cook stuff and screw it up and try to figure out how to fix it.)) But we will also talk about the time I took a javelina named Javier to a book signing while I was wearing a red satin gown and how my picture got blasted to 258,152 people because THAT JUST HAPPENED and then even more awesomeness unfolded.
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