A beginning

I recently got married.  And I decided as a gift to myself, I am going to write a cookbook.  You might ask me how those two seemingly very different things are related, but somehow, in a mysterious way to me, they are.  I was a part time cook, not in the traditional sense that I actually had a job as a chef, but in the sense that I would half heartedly cook, relying on easy, quick and cheap as my main pillars and take out as a reliable alternative.  I was also a person who tackled my relationships and my love life as though it was a part time job, show up on weekends, enjoy the limited dividends of the time I had spent and dream of better pastures.  In the last three years, both things have changed.  I am now recently but joyously married, an event of endless surprise to myself, and I have come to love to cook.  I discovered in cooking for the two of us so many things about myself that I was ready to both marry and jump exuberantly into feeding my guy.  This blog will be my journal, chronicling my process to write a cookbook of my favourite recipes from my courtship and the things I learned along the way.