Dear Cooking Blog,
First of all, I would like to say this: I've missed you. It's important for you to know how often I've thought about you and wanted to visit you. But, alas... life has become complicated.
Last time we were together we were in Astoria and I was hopping around Manhattan working, drinking, cooking and photographing. Those days have passed; it feels like years.
The past few months I found myself in the tiny, smelly state of Rhode Island. (Literally smelly. The Johnston Landfill--oh, I'm sorry, the Rhode Island Resource Recovery Park--is often vomit-inducing during the summer months.) Living with Dad in the Ocean State pushed any need for my cooking aside. Nan lives right next door and brought dinner over for me and Dad every night. Every. Night. No matter how often anyone would say "No, please. The refrigerator is overflowing and besides, I don't even like potato salad!" Chicken cutlets. Salad. Pasta fagioli (with Boston baked beans). Ravioli. Chicken pot pie. Sausage and peppers. Pork chops. Rice. Peas. Cranberry sauce. With all of the leftovers forever in the fridge, do you really think there were ingredients to cook with? Maybe just some pasta and peanut butter. (Not together. Ew.) Besides, WHY would I cook with all of that around?? I'm not crazy. (Well...)
SO. NOW. How Not to Measure, I am returning to you. I'm in Connecticut this time around -- living alone and going to UNH. I intern at a high school during the day, go to graduate classes at night and live off student loans. (Which I have yet to receive, actually. Awesome, right?) We may not have as much time together as we could both hope for, but... I'm back.
See you soon,
Your Creator
