You don't know sh&t about cooking
Once I decided that I wanted to make food writing my career, I knew that culinary school was the right decision. It’s not a requirement, by any means. But for me, if I was going to be offering cooking tips, advice and recipes to people, I wanted to have some credibility and authority behind my words. I didn’t want anyone to say, “You don’t know sh&t about cooking, so why should I try your recipes?”
It took a few years, but I built a solid community of food blog followers and became somewhat of an expert on pie baking. I started teaching baking classes and writing for more than just my local community paper. I also became a strong voice in the cooking community for food allergies. Then my internship began and I had to leave everything behind. Getting back into the swing of things, after being away for three months, has been overwhelming. I feel like I’m chasing the food blog community, screaming, “Wait for me!”
I had a huge list of goals for the summer, and didn’t realize how tired the internship would leave me at the end of the day. My day began at 4 a.m. and didn’t end until about 7:30 p.m., door to door. It was a long day — definitely not something I was used to — and my plans for writing up a storm over the summer, visiting farms, milking goats and making artisan cheese and wine, had to be tucked neatly under my pillow as I caught up on sleep every weekend. I feel like I missed out on a lot of writing while in Boston, but gained the type of cooking knowledge many other food writers will never experience.
I hope the sacrifice was worth it. So far, I think it was. It’s difficult though, not to look over the fence at blogs like Pioneer Woman, Steamy Kitchen and Food52 and not see greener grass, while my virtual yard has brown, dying grass from summer neglect.
Next week I begin my senior level classes, and I’m sure once I’m in a routine again, I’ll find my footing. In the meantime, I’ve got a lot of catching up to do, that started with this Quinoa Veggie Burger recipe.