How time flies. When I first began writing this blog in 2005, I’d recently joined the IT sector as a technical writer in a knowledge management group. Eleven years hence, I’ve thrown in the towel with regard to both IT and advertising and currently work as a communications specialist for a corporate governance advocacy – something of a very far cry from shilling herbal supplements or updating techie training manuals.
Writing about food – preparing and cooking it, trying new things, eating with friends and family – is something that has come to have a curative sort of quality for me. Considering all the stress I go through every working day, cooking and baking calm me better than more conventional ways of meditating or unwinding. Kneading dough or pressing shortbread mixture into a baking tin serves to relax my nerves and strengthen my arms and hands better than most yoga routines. Chopping vegetables for one dish or another is a great way to burn off any excess anger. (Least of all because I fancy one enemy or another falling to my knife; oh dear…) Waiting for a slow-cooked stew to cook or bread to rise continues to teach me patience. Sampling new flavors and textures is, in and of itself, a bit of a vacation from the ordinary for me as it helps me get a sense of different nations and cultures through the food they eat.
Over the eleven years that I’ve been writing this blog, I’ve met new people, made new friends, had my heart broken more than once.
I’ve fed people, fought with people, mourned the loss of friends and relatives who went on ahead to the great Feast in the sky. Most recently, I lost a very dear friend and her son to a fire that burned down their home; I am still coping but it’s very hard. When I think of the smile on that little boy’s face when I gave him a large, just-baked peanut butter cookie from a batch baked for my brother and other priests of our acquaintance, it breaks my heart all over again and I wonder where is the fairness in this world, where is the justice. It doesn’t seem right that a mother and her child who had such a great appetite for life were taken so early in their days. But that is life and those of us left behind have to muddle right along.
I’ll be honest: along with another recent heartbreak, it’s going to take a lot more than food, fun, and anything in between to get back into sync – but I’m trying.
It’s been an amazingly delicious journey and I know it can only get better from here on out.
To everyone who’s followed this blog for the food and the adventures: thank you very much and I hope you’ll stick around for even more culinary shenanigans both in and out of the kitchen.