So, you already know my name and where I’m from thanks to my cheesy domain. I usually support myself by cooking food, but I also enjoy photography, writing and travelling. Besides that I have occasional problems with self-discipline which is why my updates and whereabouts is completely random. For the moment this blog is merely a guinea pig for creative outlets.
Sometimes food is just necessary to survive another day but it’s probably our most common expression of culture. It also acts as a link to our relationship with life, death and nature itself. The constant vulnerability of the human being which is outweighed by trouble-free days when our existence is at it’s best. Passion, love, desire or simply a cold beer in the sun.
I’ve reached a point where I every so often feel that the idea of formal dining in restaurants sometimes can become almost ridiculous, excessive and boring. Strict table settings, overthinking of how to present the food and someone trying to explain about the wine terroir of northern Italy.
We like to escape the mundane reality. We strive to be the superhero in our own movie and the rockstar of our own imagination.
Fuck it, just give me a bottle of red wine, a dry-aged steak fried in butter and some dirty sex on the dining room table. Or take me back to that outdoor concert in Cuba when I had a delicious pork sandwich together with my host family. But after all, the longing for indulgence and refinement is a part of our nature and society, even if it occasionally reaches a silly level. We like to be entertained, satisfied and recognized. We like to escape the mundane reality. We strive to be the superhero in our own movie and the rockstar of our own imagination.
Oh well, what’s the point of all this?
I want to challenge myself and I think one of the best ways of doing that lies in the encounters with other mortals and new surroundings. I’m here to cook food, put myself in awkward situations and perhaps tell some of the stories that comes along the road. I wish I could say that I will live my life without regrets but I’m not really there yet. My anxious self-aware low confident ego still needs some work.
I have realized that changes in structure, environment and the different nuances it offers is what makes me thrive. It makes me breathe, it makes me live, it makes me tremble.
Although, in the end it’s just a ride, isn’t it? We’re supposed to live during our journey since the future will always be uncertain. How we choose to live is of course dependent on numerous factors, if we’re lucky enough to have a choice. My hobbies won’t help in making the world a better place unless they come with a purpose. Inspiring quotes about seizing the day, following your dreams and giving in to wanderlust will never apply to the billions of people fighting for survival each and every minute. Travelling has definitely left me with more questions than answers, but I believe that experiencing the world is important to create an understanding between our cultures.
As for now I strive to improve myself in whatever area my passion happens to find a spark, and maybe one day it will all come together. Or not.
So, imagine yourself naked without responsibilities and daily tasks, without a past or a future. What do you have left, where do you wanna go? Try finding the answer, move forward and don’t forget about your inner child. Furthermore, realize that this possibility is a luxury and taking it for granted will only make you lazy and arrogant.