I don't know what in particular made me wake this morning and decide to start a blog. It has been something I have been considering for a while but never acted upon due to my busy life. At this point in time I have over 100 pages to read for university due next week, 4 hours of recorded lectures to listen to, an extensive contract law senior moot to prepare for and a house to clean - let's not even mention the washing, ironing or gardening that seems to never go away.
But the fact is of all times I could of started a blog, today is probably one of the worst.
I love to cook. Well at least I think I do. This weekend alone Ive already spent over 6 hours baking for a friend's 21st and I still have a cake to make later today for a work colleagues farewell... I am a little over it. However even though right now the thought of consuming any more sugar makes me feel physically ill, there is still something about baking and cooking that is purely therapeutic to me. Often I will come home from a bad day and all I want to do is cook. I yearn to break open the pantry, whip out the mix-master, cream sugar with some butter and watch as eggs mystically emulsify into an angelic mixture. It is beautiful.
So while the internet may not be a permanent entity or a solid foundation for storing memories, I am looking forward to photographing my cooking experiences and putting the floating recipes in my head into a physical form. I am trusting that every little package of data which forms this blog and zips its way through servers all around the world, will still be subsisting in the future years to come. That way I will never forget the recipe to the amazing casserole that my partner adored, or the beef pie that made my belly sing, or the pretty pink cake that I cooked for Jane's farewell, in the late summer of 2013.