02 August 2013


Yesterday would have begun year three of my blog. Except I don’t think it counts for much when ten months of that year you didn’t post anything. I’ve gone back and forth on whether or not I wanted to try again. I’m not sure entirely why I stopped in the first place. Partially because I haven’t been baking much (or at all) but also the last seven months have produced more change in my life than perhaps any period of time before.

In January, I began a relationship with someone who was quickly becoming one of my best friends. We were spending an exorbitant amount of time together and then I went and did the idiotic thing of developing feelings for her. Because, of course, right? A lot of my time was spent with her, not baking, but having fun. I was legit happy for once, though it didn’t last. We ended up breaking up after a few months, both realizing that we were in different places and that it wasn’t going to work. This lead to a significant milestone in my life as the night we broke up was the first time I ever got drunk, which apparently happens when you drink 3/4 of a 750ml bottle of whiskey in an hour on an empty stomach. Who’d have thought?

The end of the relationship caused me to take a serious look at a lot of things: where I was, what I was doing, what I wanted to do. It triggered me to start looking for a new job and in a few months I had one. Same company, but different group. I remember seeing the posting for the job and thinking “this is too perfect.” A few weeks later it was mine. For the first time in a long time I’m happy with work, even if I’m not entirely sure of what I’m doing yet :), but hey, they’re sending me to Austin twice this year.. can’t complain about that… mmmmm steak.

If the beginning and end of a relationship that I thought could be something special, and a new job weren’t enough; the biggest change of all occurred when my two closest friends moved in with me. Up until earlier this year we hadn't been seeing much of each other or speaking a lot. They’re married, have married friends, and a slew of other things to deal with. But they are the first people I talk to when I need advice and the first people I texted when I was “so drunk right now” (her response was “What? Like on alcohol? – that’s how much I don’t drink :)).” And even though she wasn’t feeling well and he was probably tired from work, they came over to take care of me in my inebriated state. So when it came up that they needed a place to stay while they waited for their house to be built, there was no way they weren’t going to stay with me. Consequently, for the first time since buying my house, it doesn’t feel empty and it’s been great.

I also started running again. The one thing I have struggled with the most since moving into my own house was starting and sticking to any kind of exercise routine. Since May I’ve run nearly every day after work. I completed my goal of getting back to 5km by my birthday, as well as my goal of being able to run to my parent’s place (for breakfast) by July's end (7.7km in 39 minutes). I’m still working my way back up to 10km. Hopefully, I’ll be there before the snow starts.

Oh, I also have a fence in my backyard and as of tonight, faster internet.

So that’s been the last seven months of my life. I’m not entirely sure where to go from here. I want to start baking again and I want to start writing more; if anyone is actually reading this please bear with me while I figure these things out.



  1. Yay! I'm glad to see that you have resurfaced! Wow, that is a huge amount of change--I have been following your running progress on Facebook and I'm glad to hear that you're enjoying it.

    I have to admit I'm secretly glad I'm not the only incredible 'lightweight' when it comes to alcohol in the food blog world.

    I've also changed quite a bit--I've become really focused on my fitness and just don't seem to have the same urge to eat sweets like I used to--so I've been writing more essays, since I have been just making lots of simple meat and vegetable dishes.

    I'm always interested to hear what you have to say and although the relationship break-up was painful, it seems like you used it in a really positive way to transform your life.

    1. It's good to be back. I'm really hoping I don't get lost in the shuffle again :). I have so much catching up to do with my favourite blogs (yours included). I took such a step back from everything during my "hiatus." I'm really looking forward to reading your essays :).
      And I'm not saying I'm not a lightweight ('cause I am :)) but I think that much whiskey in an hour gets me a pass :). Though I'm never planning on doing that again. Thinking about booze now just makes me sick.

  2. Glad to get you back even if for a little while. You are a good writer and I enjoy reading your posts. Many people go into a longer tailspin than one night after a break up. Sounds like you took lemons and made lemonade! The first time I got drunk (and the last) I was 19. That was also the first time I had anything other than mogen david wine. Two rum and cokes in 12 oz glasses and our buddy was pouring. I'm guessing he was generous with the alcohol. My boyfriend had to guide me down the hallway and help me into the car. I passed out for a while at a friend's house where I was living temporarily. My friend's mom called my mom and told her how I was carrying on. It was new year's eve...one night does not a party girl make! I could not even think of drinking again for years without getting nauseous.

    1. Thanks Gloria :).
      Yeah, I'm not entirely sure I could stomach alcohol for a while. I haven't had anything to drink in over 10 years, and usually I go big or I go home... and I went big... next time I'm staying home :). My friend was feeding me McDonalds french fries one at a time as my face was buried in the couch.. that was pretty bad :).