Is it just me, or is there a lot going on right now? “My brain is broken,” I said to a friend yesterday. I’m finding it hard to sit still, to concentrate, to read, to write. I can’t even muster the focus necessary to do complex algebraic calculations.
Oh, ho, ho — just kidding! I haven’t done a smidgen of algebra since halfway through high school. Of all the twisted, wicked lies perpetrated by modern society, I believe that the purported necessity of learning algebra is the worst.
I feel like I don’t currently have the energy to tackle complex recipes. In fact, I hardly have the energy to follow recipes at all. My grand experiment — to follow recipes to the T for a whole year — collapsed like a sinkhole after a few weeks. I couldn’t help but tweak the spices or make substitutions or just earnestly wish that I could toss the whole recipe out the window and make something completely different.
Let’s just ignore the fact that everything I’ve made has been delicious. This level of success is becoming very tedious indeed. Where are my burnt crusts? My raw interiors? My accidental stovetop ignitions? Where is the curiosity, the excitement, the adventure? Where, in short, is the drama?