Tangent

Pig, 1991. Photo By Walter Schels

I’m having difficulty posting on a regular schedule for two reasons. One is that I’m a bit hesitant about the direction I should take with my narrative voice and the second is that I have been baking non stop for the last week, as in the last seven days, not the last five. I figured that the best way to present myself was in the most softened version of myself, but then I realized that was a kind of confinement that I just couldn’t handle. I want to be able to appropriately use expletives when I deem it absolutely necessary and there have been many instances in the last week that I have been want to scream “FUCK!!!!!” So, there it is. The cat is out of the bag, I like to say fuck when I’m frustrated. There’s something very satisfying about the sound of it that eases the helplessness that I’m feeling when I say it. I guess I was afraid of offending certain people who may happen upon my little scrap of paper, floating out there in the ether.

On the cooking side of things, I’ve been very busy. I’ve been trying out two new recipes, both of which I had to make three times before I got what I was looking for. The first was my mother’s birthday cake and the second was a pineapple upside down cake. Now that the cooking is all done, I just have to get out the old polishing wheel so the recipes have a shred of respectability.