It's been 912 days since I last recorded anything about my food life here. In that time a few babies could have been fully gestated, but a good balsamic vinegar, single malt scotch or a nice wine are only just getting their aging underway. So really, it's only been a blink of an eye.
That said, a shit-load has happened. In that time I've cooked, eaten, drank and puked many truly awesome things. Yeast cultivated from thin air, cucumbers turned into mighty fermented joy logs, barbecued meats and pizzas fell before be, ad hoc kitchen experiments succeeded more than failed as the breadth of my food experiences widened at an exponential rate! By all accounts things were very, very good.
But ultimately, I lost my way. Worry took hold of me, in the kitchen, the restaurant and the rest of life. This year especially, the weight of work, increased (wholly perceived) responsibility and a blanket feeling of anxiousness about things yet to be done all served to darken my epicurean pursuits.
Which is really fucking dumb.
So enough of this wretched malaise bullshit. It's time to get back to enjoying food for food's sake, to remembering that death is just around the corner and that a good meal can slow down time enough for us to forget about it.
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