It was, almost to the day a year ago, that my next year (or years) had been decided. I knew two things at the time: I loved developing recipes and I loved shoot said recipes. Both of these thoughts had led me to one track of thinking: I wanted to (attempt) to write a book. At first, I thought about going at it alone and self publishing but the mere thought of editing the damn thing was enough to make me rethink my end goal. My first step, a baby step, was to start sketching out a book proposal about the kinds of recipes I loved. I was fully prepared for failure because I had never written anything remotely as long as a book. I had even gone out of my way to not write a thesis in my undergrad and narrowly missed writing a dissertation for my graduate degree. I would have done either if necessary but the amount of research, writing, and proofing left a fear in me that is only matched by few other things.
And yet, after all of that, I knew I wanted to write a cookbook. Read More »