While sitting at my desk today and trying to get work done, I intermittently daydreamed about being at home, making plans for what to cook this weekend. I looked longingly at a cabbage soup recipe, but I know what would happen if I made it. I would be the only one to eat a bowl, and then I would put it in the refrigerator in the soup pot. There it would sit, a silent but glaring reminder that not only did I waste money ingredients for a pot of soup that would remain largely uneaten, but now I had to empty out the cold, gloppy leftovers into the trash and wash the pot.
I remembered my mom complaining that when she wanted a recipe online, she didn't need to know everything about the lives of the family from which the recipe cometh. And I realized, I have a niche.
A cooking blog for people who can't really cook.
For people who have to clean the kitchen before they can actually cook.
For people who have no counter space and so try to balance the cutting board in the middle of the two sinks and hope that the cut vegetables don't wind up garnished with sink refuse.
For people who pull the cookie sheet of chicken fries out of the oven and balance it on top of the other pots still sitting on the stove.
For people who can't use the front small burner because they melted the base of the water kettle because they turned on the wrong burner and it still has plastic on it.
For people who still may not ever cook anything, but will find warmth and comfort in my pictures of what real life cooking is like for people like me. People like us.
This. This is for all of us.
I remembered my mom complaining that when she wanted a recipe online, she didn't need to know everything about the lives of the family from which the recipe cometh. And I realized, I have a niche.
A cooking blog for people who can't really cook.
For people who have to clean the kitchen before they can actually cook.
For people who have no counter space and so try to balance the cutting board in the middle of the two sinks and hope that the cut vegetables don't wind up garnished with sink refuse.
For people who pull the cookie sheet of chicken fries out of the oven and balance it on top of the other pots still sitting on the stove.
For people who can't use the front small burner because they melted the base of the water kettle because they turned on the wrong burner and it still has plastic on it.
For people who still may not ever cook anything, but will find warmth and comfort in my pictures of what real life cooking is like for people like me. People like us.
This. This is for all of us.
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