Why do I even bother putting up recipes of anything I make anyway? It seems stupid. It's not like anything I make is that amazing or anything. I guess I was just hopeful of a new project to remind myself of the simple college days when I moved into a house with a kitchen that I could work with, and to unlock a type of hobby and passion that I started enjoying a bit more after living in a house full of culinary geniuses. I think my roommate Hanna was the one who inspired me to begin experimenting in the kitchen and I decided to document it, to remind myself that it's possible to not become so lazy and that keeping your hands will also keep your mind busy off of other things. I used cooking as a way to therapeutically deal with my daily problems and frustrations, and to realize what a long way I've come from simply going to the nearest drive-through. I wanted to document a part of my life where I was a college bachelorette with my own place that took up a simple activity that I found so much fun. I told myself 2 years ago when I transferred to UCSC that I was going to learn how to somewhat "cook" or at least, learn how to not live on Top Ramen or microwaveable foods.

But then again, what the hell. What's the point anymore? It's not like I make anything great.