Just when I think I'm getting a handle on this whole "adult life" thing, the new issue of Bon Appetit arrives

... and tells me I should be making my own vinegar.

 

Oh hi.

A month.  I know.

There were my finals, then our Festivus party, and Christmas, and Hawaii.  Excuses excuses.  Pictures coming.  Crossies.

Then a week of jet-lag combined with a miserable, Sudefed-overdosed head cold.

In the middle of trying to to get back on the wagon and post something, I found out that the entire portfolio for one of my classes is...

A BLOG.

Of course.  Now I have to - I mean, have the opportunity to - start a separate, academically purposeful blog in which I can't use profanity or talk about anyone's sex life.  Eh.

So, about this vinegar thing.  I had already made a few food-related New Year's resolutions that amounted to:

1. Stop crowding the pan

2. No more store-bought salad dressing

3. One uncomfortable* vegetable per week

*Uncomfortable = Something that I never cook because I think I don't like it or don't really know what to do with it.  Example: Beets.

I mean, come on Bon Appetit, throw me a bone here.  I don't even have a garbage disposal, and you think I have the time and space to make my own vinegar?  Officially skipping to the Gourmet Nachos article on page 48.

My point is, I think everyone's (by which I mean every magazine's) New Year/New You expectations shoot a little high.  My real goal for this year, outside of those simple food amendments, is to stay on top of things.  Get the whole "being a responsible adult" thing down, finally.  Turn in assignments before deadlines, schedule doctor's appointments, make the bed on weekdays.  You know, basic things that most 18-year-olds have figured out, but instead I've been taking a 10-year hiatus in favor of being dramatic and writing about it for strangers.

Alright, I have to go figure out my pseudo-blog.  I'm taking topic suggestions.  (And "Dalmatian Puppies" won't cut it.  Sorry.)

Happy New Year,
Ms. Magpie