Part Two

I love blogging. I love the idea of blogging. I love reading strangers blogs. I love reading friends blogs. I would love to have my own blog. I've tried to blog before, w/ this same very blog. I have flooding thoughts, all through out each day, of things I will say in my blog. By the time it goes that I sit down at the computer, I feel rushed for some reason. I feel my thoughts don't come to my fingers. I paraphrase ideas that last paragraph's in my head. I will try this blog again. I've thought about starting a brand new blog w/ this same idea. But why? Back and forth, back and forth... these are the ideas that pass through my mind while the hours of the day travel on. So, here I go... A little introduction of myself... I love cooking. I didn't always love cooking. I grew up w/ two loving parents - my mother, a devoted and carrying "domestic enginner" *cough cough Mommy Mel* and my father, a hard working head of the family. I often feel lucky that my parents stayed married after all of these years, and the statistics that face families today. So, anyway, I never had to cook a day in my life until I moved out. Sure, I experimented in my mother's kitchen. Me and my childhood friend burning a favorite pot comes to mind. Or, the time I heated a pizza garlic-butter dish in the microwave and missed a spot of foil - catching the paper towel placed on top to catch spills... catching on fire and causing much humilation and laughter. Besides these escapades, I was fortunate enough to have food placed on the table each and every night of the 22 years I lived w/ my family. Of course, if I didn't want what was being offered, I was given the oppurtunity to make myself a sandwich... the same rule I plan to instill in my future children. So... here I am. (Watching Camelot and drinking Moscato) I don't think I liked the layout of this blog in it's previous days, so I'll try something new. Something w/o a pattern. Like I said, I love cooking... now. I never had a hobby growing up, except playing the flute (rather excellently) in middle school. So, I feel like cooking is a hobby of mine I just enjoy it. Creating concoctions, watching recipes take form.