And so it begins…

Right, so blogging is commencing. I have had a fortifying (not fortified) glass of wine, and I’m ready to go. And…now. Go.

I want to write about Important Things, muscular ideas, tentacles of thought wrapping around the words slipping from my fingers like slivered almonds into great pots of sliced green beans sautéed with garlic, but the words slide out of my brain like raw meat slipping from a package, not right, slimy and bacterial, requiring hand-washing and serious grilling before ready for human consumption.

Someday, I will write Responsible Things concerning Actual Issues, but until then, I will dribble and drabble about the mundane meals I feel so proud of (whole wheat instead of all-purpose flour! I’m a genius!) and the irritatingness of having a Gentleman to Whom I am EnNuptuated (nope, not a word) constantly in the house due to a recent surgery.

Yeah, the wine. It’s not a problem so much as it is an indulgence. I freaking indulge. I even *fucking* indulge. That’s right, this blog will be full of cusswords and meanderings and made-up words. I’m tired of trying to fit my fat foot in the narrow shoe of proper language. I’m letting my fat foot free!

Things I want you to talk to me about: electronic cigarettes (any medical journal articles out there regarding the effects of Vegetable Glycols or whatever on the lungs?), food (always food, recipes, food politics), dogs, how much I love you (am a little tipsy, remember?), nerdy things I should know about. I’m going to try and cite sources and be science minded, and use my critical thinking skills. Go with me! This is a journey. We’ll walk together. I’ll even hold your hand. J

Dude. So tipsy.

I will write you a poem tomorrow.