Sometimes I feel guilty for not writing much about my life on here, when at one point that was all I ever wrote about and I think people actually liked it, which is crazy because I could not care less about the lives of strangers on the Internet. Yep, I’m a huge jerk who doesn’t care about other people on the Internet, close the window now and never come back.
So recently I’ve been posting more recipes (I am actually so enthusiastic about my recipes that I’ve started categorizing them into food types and gluten free and submitting them to recipe blogs and TALKING about BAKING ALL THE TIME to my friends which is extremely annoying for them. Like yes, Rose, we KNOW you LOVE baking now.), which is super fun for me but not so fun for everyone else because my photos are always extremely sub-par and I can totally imagine someone looking at one of my recipes and going “ew.” which is sort of the opposite reaction of what you would want if you were to keep a food blog.
Anyway, I’ve been trying to improve my food photography. Still working on it. I find it depressing that some people are just naturally good at everything, including taking photos of food, and I am not. Why is that? Why is it so hard to take a photo of food?
Annd writing about my life… Well, I don’t know. What is there to say? I’m oddly more self conscious now than I used to be and often find myself going back through old entries and blushing at all the stupid things I have said, and even while I write new entries I’m often like “Eh, this sucks,” ten minutes later. Plus I never do anything super cool, or if I do I can only imagine that while it was super cool for me, it will likely not be super cool to hear about.
So. That is my reason for writing more about sugar free cookies and less about the weird phenomenon of strangers feeling compelled to inform you that your shoe laces are undone. (This still kills me. Like you think I don’t NOTICE? OBVIOUSLY I NOTICE AND AM MAKING A CONSCIOUS EFFORT TO IGNORE IT.) Please forgive me.