If a white girl writes a food blog, does anyone care?

Over the past few years, I've been making all kinds of mistakes- throwing myself at the wrong guy, starting jobs and failing miserably at them, moving to new places and quickly tiring of their bullshit. One thing I've always done right, though, is bake, cook, and eat. Besides becoming obsessed with TV shows, memorizing the lives of celebrities, and mocking those same lives, it's about all I can do. When I step into my own kitchen, I feel my clumsiness, my self-doubt fading away like Nick Cage's credibility or hair- I mix and knead and burn and spill with abandon, spouting delighted expletives at my victories and reckless chortles at my defeats. Now I'm bringing you bitches along for the ride.