I’m Not Dead But Close

It’s been a couple of months since I reviewed something I crammed in my maw, and I guess I should explain what’s going on with me. Because I think we both know that I didn’t stop eating and taking pictures of it. You know my boyfriend, sometimes known as The Boyfriend, once known as Dr. Boyfriend until someone called me pretentious for it? Well, he broke up with me after six years of dating to move back to his homeland and be with his family. I wrote about it on my personal blog

here,
here,
here,
here,
here,
here,
and here.
So far.

And then, just a couple of weeks ago, I also lost my job of even more years, which I blogged about here.

Sooooo . . . things are kind of weird right now. I still mostly feel like I’m full of rainbows and butterflies, but my photo-editing situation has changed, and I’m not yet used to reviewing, like, the gochujang wings at Distilled versus a 20-course tasting menu. (I realize this is not a real-life problem.) But I’m working on it.

In the meantime, I want to say thank you to Kamran for teaching me EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD I know about food, forcing me to love seafood after 25 years of not being able to get past the fact that fish swim in their own excrement, and basically making this entire blog a possibility.

That said, I’m now accepting applications for new foodie boyfriends. Although thinking the word foodie is gross is kind of a prerequisite for dating me, so.