I got distracted by birthdays. Anyway! Milestones! This is definitely a milestone, friends. This post, the one you are reading right now, just happens to be the one hundredth post I've written on this blog. I've sat in my tiny apartment, lamenting the fact that my sink is overflowing with dishes yet again while writing about the things I've cooked exactly one hundred times.
Here are some things I've done in the past 100 posts.
I've consumed way too many carbohydrates, as per usual. I've obsessed about risotto. A lot. I cooked my first steak.
I put eggs on some things that eggs don't usually go on. I've fallen in love with truffle oil and prosciutto, sometimes at the same time.
I've put my photographs on TasteSpotting, FoodGawker, and had one crazy day on StumbleUpon where I got over 1500 hits and then subsequently freaked out because that's a lot of people reading what started as a way to keep a New Year's Resolution.
I put avocado on pasta. I wondered why I hadn't done that all along. I fried bacon for the first time and also wondered why I hadn't been doing that all along. Also, I haven't made a frozen pizza in over 6 months.
I learned the difference between stock and broth. I also learned that de-thaw is not a word, but thaw is. And that I start sentences with conjunctions a lot.
I've realized that what started as two recipes a week has turned into a lifestyle and that cooking is not only a way to unwind at the end of the day, but a way to be creative in the most basic sense of the word. I am creating. And I'm really happy about it, even if my kitchen is, in reality, a corner and there are always, always dirty dishes in my sink.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, thanks. You all are lovely and I appreciate you a whole lot.