“What a week, huh?”
“Lemon, it’s Wednesday.”
Sometimes, life feels like one long Wednesday to me: weighed down by the misery of the days that came before and built up with the promise of a weekend to come. The world is simultaneous at every turn — hope and despair, light and dark. Wednesday: a comfortable middle day between the terror of rising oceans and the innovative, indomitable human spirit.
So, here I am. A single woman of marrying and childbearing age — no money, no prospects, just 425 square feet in a big metro area. Here I am with the same problem that everyone has: figuring out what’s for dinner every night until I die.
That’s the humdrum reality we’re all left with at the end of every day. Opening the fridge, deeply sighing, at a loss of what to do. A long day of work, of doomscrolling, of commuting, of dealing with that one colleague who can’t do anything right, of trying to have empathy for that colleague who can’t do anything right — it all ends the same way: dinner.
Enter: a newsletter.
I can’t fix the world, nor can I alleviate you of the need to make dinner every night. But, I can help you take the despair out of it and make it a part of your day that makes you happy rather than sad. At least, I can help you answer the question and keep you from ordering takeout (again).
This newsletter isn’t necessarily going to be about “recipes”, it’s about ideas, skills, and fundamentals that will help you be a better cook. I want to help you learn to love cooking, as I have, not just as a survival tool, but as mental and emotional fulfillment.
As they said on YouTube in 2005, smash that subscribe button. Let’s eat.
Smashing that like button
Love this Em!!! I’ll have a second helping,please!