Lately I've been looking at a lot of cookbooks while I'm
fucking off working at the bookstore. Why am I doing this? Do I think I'm going to run across some culinary masterpiece that's going to cause me to become a legend in my family a few generations from now? I pour through these books, looking for something that doesn't take a ton of obscure little ingredients, something that LOOKS PRETTY!
I'm beginning to think that I don't care how it tastes, that it doesn't matter if my family screws up their noses in absolute disgust. Presentation is ALL. Presentation is GOD.
I've made some wonderful dinners through the years. And I've made some real
pieces of shit flops. Take the
dolmades for instance; Those were real pretty. They were inedible, but they looked good. So who cares if they tasted like crap. Not I..I'm just as happy with a PB&J.
I need to go get ready to
fuck off work at the bookstore right now. Maybe I'll find a new recipe that will visually knock your socks off. Or maybe I'll come home tonight, put on my flannel jammies and make a PB&J.
Sayonara, see ya latah.
