Or so I’ve been told.
Hi there. I’m still alive.
I know. I knooow. My last post was a rambling on about how I was going to stay dedicated to this blog and believe me when I say, it’s been on my mind since then. I’ve just been in a creative slump more so on the writing side than the food side partially because of the intense last semester I had. If you follow me on Instagram, you’ll see that I’ve been up to a bunch of things like, for example, graduating from my master’s program (whoop whoop) and it seems, watching everyone around me get married, have babies, all that fun stuff.
Aside from milestones and trying to navigate through the post graduate waters, my appetite for life and food is still as veracious as ever especially since in between job hunting and interviews and more job hunting, I’ve been keeping house while the nurses of the house go off to work. That includes cooking meals which, if I didn’t do, I probably would have gone crazy by now. I’ve really been trying to either reconnect with my roots, explore new cuisines, or reimagine, in the broadest definition of the word, food that’s already been done and redone (i.e. cauliflower).
So let’s start now.
American Kaldero 