I’ve been MIA. No, no, no, not that lovely Sri Lankin lady rapper (you were uncertain!) although all both of us want to do is gun shots and cash register noises. (My kitchen’s a loud one!) No, I’ve been missing in action recently. And this is new for me. I have plenty of experience missing in laziness, missing in apathy, missing in bleh, missing in inaction. I’m typically good at those things because they involve very little effort. Just, you know, sitting around and I fucking love sitting around. It’s my favorite way to sit. But this hiatus has been something different. Let me explain.
I’ve been doing things. Things that make me happy.
Quiche-a-Week has always been an escape from a myriad of things: my job, relationships, friendships, overthinking, underthinking, underdoing. (Um, and meat? Ok. And meat.) Via Quiche-a-Week, Writing & Cooking and Cooking & Writing became the single creative outlet in my life over the last year and a half. But it wasn’t enough. When you’re only happy making vegan ice cream so you can write something that may or may not be related to vegan ice cream, you need more.
So I fixed the surface things I could fix.
I started school. I quit my job. I found a new job. I saw my friends because I like my friends. And suddenly there was a lot less to escape from. I didn’t have to make a creamy cream-free alfredo sauce from nuts and dreams and prayer and nutritional yeast to keep my mind off things. Instead, I actually did things. I wrote things and thought things and created things and (poorly) drew things and read things and ate things and occasionally I even smiled some.
For me, without the weight of a job I hated and a future that stopped exactly right there, things no longer seem too heavy to start looking up. Sure, a lot of this has to do with luck and timing and help and support but sometimes you get lucky because you’re finally able to let yourself be lucky.
So I’ve been taking this break to write sappy posts about why I took a break and to do all those things that I just mentioned I’ve been doing. Once I figure out how to balance it all, I’ll share the recipe for crazy good Blueberry and Macadamia Nut Muffin Tops that I’ve been secretly hoarding like that show Hoarders where people had muffin tops. I think I missed the point of that show.
As for right now, enjoy my 12 Months of Favorite Recipes and maybe, hopefully, smile some.
And just in case I was worried that this break was the wrong thing to do, I now have a mouse problem in my kitchen to back me up. But also I swear if that fucking mouse ever backs me up or touches me or looks at me or keeps eating my fucking crackers, I will fucking lose it/still be just as bad at killing it and succomb to letting it rule my apartment with an iron paw. Do mice have paws?
I’ll do some research/KILL THIS FUCKING MOUSE THAT’S EATING MY CRACKERS.