Circumstance of my position could be what brought me today
to sit in front of my computer, yet again, thinking of words. But I like to
believe that its something else, something a little more interesting; like an
inner compass that points you towards your true desires (that sounds way better, doesn’t it?). That
stupid compass took me through 3 years of Culinary achievements, from
nailbreaking-potscrubbing moments to that rockstarfeel when customers and
coworkers demand your recipes. All in all its been a great part of my life, BUT
its time for a change.
Writing has always been there for me, to communicate, to
express, to liberate and to be myself. So why not make a living out of it? This
blog is a mere starting experiment to the field I would want to belong in the
future. “Food, Books and other Drugs” is a suitable title since my main
interests (food and books, of course) are its stellars, in addition, restaurant
reviews, craft projects, pictures of baby animals, or really anything that I
find interesting, will be here. Sorry.
Words are not quite compassionate and sometimes the time I spend
begging for them to come to my mind is a long one, but once they make sense and
are typed I loved those little suckers so much I cant help but come back for
more. If you love them as much as I do, let me know through your comments that
all that pleading was not only for my own satisfaction. That they please us all
with that special merciless power.
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