Not to ruin your Christmas, but I have something a little grinchy to say. I need to say it and then I'll be done.
But the thing I need to talk about is food blogs.
Food Blogs. Food blogs. I once expressed my frustrations to a friend who loves food blogs, desperately trying to understand. It's one of those things that i do take the time to carefully consider. It's new, it's unfamiliar. It's not something i immediately latch on to, so let's examine why. Do some experiments. Give it time. And I have. And here's my conclusion:
I HATE THEM. I HATE FOOD BLOGS. HAAAAAATE. GRRRRR. I am certain I am the
only one who feels this way and I don't care. I'm saying it anyway.
They are the worrrrst. When I go online and look for a new recipe of
whatever the hey, what I really want is to endlessly scroll
through 5,000 pictures of the final product taken from different angles,
a severe close-up of your perfectly cracked egg and beautifully spilt
cinnamon and your random rambling thoughts that may or may not have to
do with the epic journey of how your recipe got you to where you are
today and all of the memories it stirs up.
feelings on this subject, my festering hate feelings, they build...and
build.. and build with each scroll of the mouse wheel as I attempt to
slog through the blabber to find the ACTUAL RECIPE, and then I'm all
a-rage. As if cooking didn't give me those feelings anyway. I'm this
close to flying off the kitchen handle which is not a state i want to be
in when i'm attempting to make something. I'm liable to boil two cups
of salt or drop the egg shells into the mixer, and THEN WHAT.