Over the course of many months, I taught myself how to cook. I read books, I watched videos, I griped to my mom as she gave me advice over shots of vodka, and eventually I got to the point where I wasn’t “bad.” I also wasn’t “great,” but it sounds better to say “not bad.”
I took some time off from blogging here–okay, two years off–while I finished school, self-published a couple of books, and settled into a real career. While I feel my cooking skills have greatly improved since I began this blog, it turns out there’s still a lot of learning to be done and many a humiliating story to be shared.
Since it all began, I’ve gotten married, purchased a damn fine house, settled into a career as a technical writer, and in February 2016 I gave birth to my first child, an amazing baby girl! Yet at 30 years old with all of this to show for myself, I still don’t feel like I have a clue what the f%$# I’m doing half the time. So what began as a humorous cooking blog has evolved into a (hopefully equally) humorous blog of all things domestic. Cooking, cleaning, pets, husbands, children–you name it, if it’s happening under my roof, I’ve got something to say about it.
I hope you kick back and stay awhile. I’d offer you some cookies, but I’ve most likely burned them.