It's called "Not Your Year."
And I kind of always have it stuck in my head lately because, well, I'm pretty sure 2009 is not my year. There's been a whole sequence of events that led me to this conclusion, but I don't actually want to talk about any of that here. At least not right now. The point is, things have been sort of crappy. And even when things are going mostly pretty well, I've had this general feeling of restlessness. Ennui, even.
(Oh, I'm putting off writing this down, because it's going to sound so cheesy.)
And then. I saw an advanced screening of Julie & Julia tonight. And I loved it and it made me feel happy and now all I want to do is cook, eat, and write about it.
So. I was already doing the cooking and eating part. All the time, actually. I mean, I spent the bulk of my 4th of July weekend holed up in my itty bitty kitchen demolishing an entire CSA box. Even though I was feeling sort of sickly. Which is maybe kind of sad, but I'll refer you to the paragraph above. Anyway, the point is that when I'm cooking, I feel really good. It's a fairly new love for me, just developed within the past couple of years, but I actually think about food pretty much all the time now.
I pore over food blogs and send emails to myself with links to recipes I want to try when such and such a vegetable is in season or whenever I can come up with a reason to bake a fancy tart. I read book after book about cooking and nutrition and the industrial food system and alternatives to said food system.
Food has the potential to be a lifestyle, a political statement, a revolutionary act.
The truth is, I actually started writing about food several months ago. Here. But I didn't tell anybody about it so I didn't have any incentive to keep writing and the posts sucked anyway, so I deleted them. But now I'm starting over.
I'm going to write (which is something I love) about food and cooking (two other things that I love), and I think maybe that could help with the whole aforementioned restlessness/ennui problem.
So watch this space, because tomorrow I'm baking cookies.