Some days, shit just hits the fan. Some days, you only have one day off all week and you plan on spending said day working on your new blog, which you have been neglecting because you have been too damn busy to do anything except work and sleep. And poop. But not even every day.
Some days you burn your caramel sauce, and you have to go back to the grocery store to get more ingredients. And then, sometimes it starts raining all over the pathetic set you built for yourself on the back patio. And then, sometimes, your pasta dough — which always, always comes together — doesn’t come together. And you burn/ undercook your steak all at the same time.
And sometimes this all happens in one single fucking day. Contrary to popular internet belief, this shit happens. Cooking is imperfect. And, blogging is hard. And, expensive. And, time-consuming. And, no one even reads it.
(Mom, if you are the only one to comment on this, I quit)