Approaching thirty, one should probably care about the usual job-marriage-babies Holy Trinity while eating quinoa and doing a plank. However, the two things that really make me feel alive are: seeing a ridiculously cute animal and cooking. Unfortunately, because I turn into Lennie from ‘Of Mice and Men’ when I spot a furry friend, animals instinctively know to avoid me. Therefore, I’ll have to write about my other joie de vivre: cooking.  
      One of the only things my boyfriend and I argue about is who is going to cook. During the week, we’ll barely grunt as we pass each other due to the shackles of work. But as soon as Friday comes, we’ll be in the kitchen furiously making food babies! Cooking brings out the best and the worst in me; it helps me express my deepest appreciation of those I love and I also love flying into a kitchen rage (a recent piping bag stuck to the window will attest to that). 
     And now for the self-deprecating, first blog statement: I’m mainly just doing this because my Instagram looks really weird with plates of food all over it! When I’ve cooked, I feel like a Labrador bringing back a stick- I need praise. So enjoy all the sticks I’ve found!