Bon Appetit!

I think I've been obsessed with creating things for most of my life. When I was little I wanted so badly to know how to cook. I practiced and practiced and became the official cookie-baker for the family. I taught myself to crack an egg with one hand after watching Audrey Hepburn do it on Sabrina. Now I can crack an egg with each hand. Did that sentence make sense? I mean that I can crack two eggs simultaneously with both of my hands. Two eggs. Two hands. No shell.

When I was a little older I went through my interior-design phase. I watched Trading Spaces every Saturday night and I was determined to turn our house upside down with my creative skill. My poor mother. She humored me though, and let me change my room countless times. She even let me paint it with pink and blue stripes. It was horrid, but she let me do it anyways. Needless to say, I gave up on the interior design idea after the stripes did permanent damage to the eyes of anyone who entered my room.

In high school I entered the fashion-design phase. My favorite show became What Not to Wear and everyone around me was under my critical eye. My mom put up with that too. As did the rest of my family. Sorry everyone. I started to get a little better at sewing. Well, at least I could sew a basic straight line. My mom helped me sew dresses and skirts and anything I ever wanted to try my hand at. What a wonderful mother I have.

Recently, I became a huge fan of Julie & Julia. I think I've watched it a dozen or so times since I first saw it a few months ago. I absolutely adore it. After I watched it, all I wanted to do was cook. So my sister and I decided to cook our way through Julia Child's cookbook. Or at least the dessert section...But we decided it probably wouldn't be wise because we did want to keep some semblance of our figures and we didn't want that ruined by a summer of butter. But then I had a birthday and my wonderful wonderful sister and brother-in-law gave me Julia's Mastering the Art of French Cooking.

Could I have gotten a better birthday present? I think not. Oh, except my angel of a mother gave me a sewing machine for my birthday. I am just the luckiest really. I feel kind of bad though because I think the best thing I gave my mom for her birthday was....Aw heck, I've probably never given her anything that cool. And all I gave my sister for her birthday was Sword in the Stone and a stash of chocolate. I was really excited about that present and thought it was the best until I opened mine and there was this beautiful, hard-bound cookbook. I am terribly behind in points when it comes to gift giving apparently.

So thanks to my mother and sister, I will get to keep trying to cook and sew and I will get to create as many messes as I possibly can. The possibilities are endless really.

Bon Appetit!