I’m pretty sure that my real talent in life is making the worst possible choices when it comes to hobbies. Like, I decided to get into baking during the pandemic, and now my kitchen looks like a crime scene. Flour everywhere, burnt cookies that resemble hockey pucks, and a sourdough starter that I've named "Yeastie Boys" because it's clearly more successful than I am. Meanwhile, my friends keep as...
You ever notice how the more you try to make plans, the more your friends suddenly develop selective hearing? Like, I texted my entire group about a movie night last week, and all I got was crickets. But let me casually mention how I’m free during an 8-hour Netflix binge, and suddenly everyone wants to join! Friends are like Wi-Fi signals – great when they’re strong, but dropouts are painful. Can ...
So I finally decided to try cooking during this endless cycle of procrastination and discovered something terrifying: I have no idea what I’m doing. I'm pretty sure I almost summoned a smoke alarm by boiling water, and I had a dinner guest ask if I was trying to make 'charred pasta' an actual cuisine. Not sure if they were joking or just really into ‘food experiences,’ but I’m convinced my smoke alarm is now my biggest fan. Who knew culinary arts could be so... smoky?
So I finally decided to try cooking during this endless cycle of procrastination and discovered something terrifying: I have no idea what I’m doing. I'm pretty sure I almost summoned a smoke alarm by boiling water, and I had a dinner guest ask if I was trying to make 'charred pasta' an actual cuisine. Not sure if they were joking or just really into ‘food experiences,’ but I’m convinced my smoke alarm is now my biggest fan. Who knew culinary arts could be so... smoky?
Is it just me, or does adulthood feel like a never-ending cycle of “What do I want to do with my life?” mixed with “Can I just take a nap instead?” Like, one moment I'm convinced I need to chase my dreams, and the next I'm binge-watching reality shows while questioning all my life choices. And don't get me started on the “you should have it all figured out by 30” pressure; I can barely figure out ...