I Come Clean

Have you ever tried to write about something when your mind is preoccupied with something else? “Why?” you ask. Say it’s because you have to. It’s akin to having an exam or a presentation the next day on subject A and your mind is filled with this unquenchable thirst for knowledge on subject B. Know how that happens? Back in high school, the need to study that subject B and maybe excel in it and follow that up with a doctoral degree on the finer nuances of B can be overpowering. In college, especially in grad school, I knew I wouldn’t do the follow-up-with-a-doctoral-degree part but still, B would beat A hollow in general appeal. Yet, we have to pass subject A too right, so we trudge on....the results will usually yield a very half-baked A-casserole, but we pass. At least we hope to pass.

Recently I have been whipping up a lot of those half-baked casseroles. Some haven’t made it to the blog because I learnt my lesson earlier on. Too many half-baked casseroles and eventually the appetites are lost forever. Some definitely have, like my responses to telemarketers! So I will beat around the bush no longer and tell you right now that there’s so much to write about, which I haven’t gotten round to. Soon I will, and it’s very likely I won’t stop, and then you will thank me for at least putting it off for a while. You will scream for a break, I most definitely will myself, but we might well not have one for a long, long time.

So please hang in there while I take my time with the sautéing and simmering. A slow cooked dish at least speaks of the cook’s passion, if not anything more!

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