Pin It Now! I once was posed a question as to why it is that I blog.
Well, actually, the question was "why do you think that people care about what you have to say?"
Although it was condescension masked behind a question, to which I gave a polite answer, I later found myself stirred within, because I wasn't exactly sure.
This question was not based upon a person simply blogging about life's musings or thoughts (as this woman was a writer herself), but writing about food.
Why write about food? Why blog about food?
Well the primary answer(s) to that question is easy: I like food. I like to eat. And I like to talk to people.
Food is a common denominator that binds people together. Families discuss the happenings of their day while breaking bread. Invitees to parties gather in the kitchen, no matter the size of that kitchen.. (trust me, my kitchen is not huge, but it is where everyone convenes!). This is not a matter of coincidence. Food is a bond.
In my talking to people, I have come to realize that many people, for one reason or another, don't cook anymore. I find that to be sad, honestly. I used to be on that side of the spectrum. However, I have realized the importance of not only eating well, but making your own food! And I want to share that with anybody that I can!
Making your own food forces you to become conscious of what goes into each meal. You are aware of the ingredients (whether healthy or not) going into each dish. (Hopefully) the cook avoids processed foods that cause so many health problems.
Michael Pollen hits the nail on the head when he says, "if you're going to eat junk, make it yourself."
Want to eat french fries? When don't I? (I almost love french fries more than that hunk of a husband of mine). But, when I want french fries, I have learned to make them myself. I peel each potato, I slice them into shape. And cook them in oil. They are delicious. They are sinful. They are work and a mess to deal with after. Therefore, I don't eat them often.
Want to eat a cake? I dream of cake. When I want a cake, I have learned to make it myself. And chances are, an hour later after the cake comes out of the oven, I won't be as quick to dive in face first, as I would had I purchased one already made. Or it may be because I've failed to keep my fingers out of the batter in the meantime.
When you become aware of what it is that you are consuming- and gain control of what you're putting into your body- your whole world changes.
When I finally picked up that knife for the first time, and cut an onion, I became transformed. Yes, yes the outward sign is that I cried like a baby because of the onion fumes. But, there is a metaphor hiding beneath that action somewhere! My life was never the same. I want the same for everyone else, as well!
Cooking. Changes. Everything.
What it boils down to (pun intended) is at the end of the day, if I have made one person - just one person - feel inspired to pick up a knife, to cook a good meal that he or she can be proud of amid what ever crazy life he or she may lead, then I have done my job. I am living the dream.
Now, I have answered that question from nearly 8 months ago. And thank you.
Thank you for asking me that question- not only because it is a good question- but, it has lead me on a journey within a journey to figure out why it is exactly that I do this, why I picked up that knife in the first place.
This is why I blog.
Why is it that you blog? Or, if you don't, why is it that you cook?