Most of my entries start out similar to this: “Wow I haven’t
written in awhile.”
And somewhere contain this: “I’m going to write more.”
But clearly, that’s not happening. I read the blogs of
others and get all inspired and shit for minutes, but inevitably lose focus
when it comes down to actually doing something productive. Actually, this
happens in almost every aspect of my life, unless it’s cooking. I’ll get off my
lazy ass at ridiculous hours and bust out an amazing culinary experiment,
something for which I’m sure Scott is ever grateful (or should be). The most
recent example was my sudden urge to make soft pretzels from scratch at 10pm on
a Thursday. They were amazing.
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So I’ve started to wonder if it’s a lack of focus or subject
matter that keeps me from writing, or simple laziness. I’m willing to bet it’s
a little of both, but altering one might keep the other at bay for a time.
We’ll see.
I don’t want a running diary. I don’t need to chronicle all
happenings of my life. No one cares. True story. Those who want and need to
know can keep more than up-to-date through my witty and amazing status updates
on Facebook. Although, in reality, people should care. I do have a pretty
amazing life, and it’s crammed full of all manner of interesting things. I play
roller derby for fuck’s sake. That alone should yield an immeasurable cache of
blog-fodder. Surprisingly it doesn’t. Most of my thoughts about the sport are
of my own inadequacies and struggles – the likes of which me ego will not allow
me share. Other things that are, in fact hilarious I feel a mafia-like
compulsion to “keep in the family” for our own dear eyes and ears only.
I
don’t have memorable dreams. Weird shit doesn’t tend to
happen to me on a daily basis. I could write about all the things that
make me
angry, but that’s quite the list and we’ve already addressed my lack of
commitment to writing on a regular basis. There's serious shit that goes
down, but that isn't food for the masses, either. Maybe I'm too private
a person to be an effective blogger. That could be true...So I end up
being at a loss for what to rant about on a semi-regular basis.
So let's start with food (cos that's never a bad idea...)
Friday
night was "Show Scott what Authentic Italian Food Really Is" night. So I
made grilled shrimp with creamy polenta. It was....good. Not as magical
as I wanted it to be. I have come to a sad realization that polenta may
be one of those stupid
things that I can't cook. Not even using the instant version. I'm
determined to get the hang of it, and make it amazing. He thought it
was magical, so I'll take the win, but I'll need to tweak it to make it
perfect.
This
was also my first foray into "from scratch, using fresh tomatoes"
sauces. It was tasty as shit, but I'm not a fan of what tomato skins do
when you cook them. Surely there's a solution to this, yes?
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