The Hardest Part is Getting Started

I am a chicken. There are many things I am afraid of. My recent trip to Colorado reminded me of my significant fear of heights. Being a passenger in car while driving in the mountains was excruciating. I have to imagine it was even worse for Tariq, my beau. He had to hear me scream out, "watch out" multiple times. I jerked and squirmed with each passing vehicle. I don't know how he didn't just dump me over the edge. I hate being anxious and my anxiety has increased with age.

So, I put off telling people I am starting this blog. Why? Because I am scared. Scared of what, I can't imagine. Being boring, repetitive or just plain annoying. Who cares? You don't have to read this and I will never know the truth. Of course... I look forward to your comments. Not only do I want to express myself but I want to engage you in the process and learn a thing or two.

When it comes to food and cooking I am bold. I will basically eat anything. I wouldn't want to be on Food Network eating bats but I rarely have refused to try a new food. Fry a bug, saute a testicle and I would be game. Just spice it up please. I hate bland food. I have dinner parties using new recipes that have zillions of steps and include ingredients I have never used before. Why aren't I afraid of failure or falling off the "culinary cliff"? Who knows.

Before I close, I want to acknowledge my baked garnet sweet potato. I baked two at breakfast time while I drank my morning coffee. They called to me, promising to be creamy and somewhat caramelized. They filled the house with the scent of Thanksgiving. I ate one half of a potato at lunchtime and it delivered on its promise. I have carefully refrigerated the rest for later. So simple, so delicious and healthy to boot. Yum.