07 11 / 2013
03 11 / 2013
I’m sitting on the floor, in nothing but my underwear. I’m drinking coconut water, chain-smoking and listening to Hemiplegia by HAERTS on repeat (a direct result of my redoing my driving playlist; it’s perfect now by the way).
You may think this is the very picture of hitting rock bottom, but no, vous vous trompez. It’s just another Sunday night.
01 11 / 2013
It’s been a while since I last rambled on.
SO I dreamt that I was with RG in a car. Seemed to be a van. RG’s already in the driver seat. I get into the passenger seat and when I was putting on the seatbelt, I noticed in my peripheral vision that someone else was in the backseat. So I turned to look and it was a well-dressed old lady who was smiling at me. So I start to ask RG but he’s already laughing. He explains that the old lady is his grandma and she’s there sometimes. For some reason I understood right away that RG’s gramma is a ghost. So I spent the whole car ride with RG’s supposed ghost grandma randomly singing at me, smiling at me, asking for hugs, asking me questions about myself. SHE WAS JUST SO FRIENDLY. I remember constantly trying to touch RG (like his hair or his arm, not his penis, ok?) throughout the ride and the gramma didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she told me she knew how I felt about RG, and she was quite pleasant about it.
To be honest, I’m so heartbroken that RG’s ghost grandma doesn’t exist, because she was rooting for me.
01 11 / 2013
3/5 for the film.
Minus .5 for not enough Loki.
2.5/5 for the film.
5/5 for Chris Hemsworth’s ridiculous physique. And height. And eyes.
31 10 / 2013
31 10 / 2013
Hello darlings. I woke up in such a good mood today, I don’t know why. I AM SO PUMPED FOR THIS DAY EVEN THOUGH IT’S PROBABLY MORE OF THE SAME BUT NO I SHALL SEE TO IT THAT SOMETHING ELSE WILL HAPPEN TODAY. PROBABLY. I MEAN IT’S AT LEAST PLAUSIBLE.
Ugh being optimistic hurts my teeth.
The trick to having a good day is not meeting Matthew. Maybe that’s it.
30 10 / 2013
The first time I legitimately attempted to cook an actual dish, in my entire natural life, was in 2010 (I think it was this), solely because of the start of this food blog (I have much to be grateful about for this blog, but that’s another story for another day). Three years later, my cooking skills are…I have no words for it. I pretty much suck. I mean, don’t get me wrong. My cooking is edible, at best, which is pretty much all I can say for it.
Sometimes I get it right, and people praise me for it, although I don’t know if I can really take so much pride in the praises of my family and their friends, since, you know, they’re obligated to be nice. Most of the time, however, especially when I’m trying to be all innovative and experimental, the end result is basically garbage. My sister should know, since she’s often the victim of these disasters. Then again, she’s my sister. She’s obligated by years of human sibling rivalry to resent everything I do.
The thing about being food bloggers, or even professional food critics, is that people sort of have these automatic assumptions that you’re experts about food, and, to some extent, accomplished chefs. I completely disagree. Our experiences of going out there to different restaurants and eating a variety of dishes may give us a more educated palate, but that never means we’re able to go home and recreate what we had just eaten.
"My god this cheesecake has the most delicious walnut crust."
*goes home, bakes a cheesecake with a walnut crust equally as good*
That never happens. I wish it did. I’d prolly be rolling in cash right now.
It’s the same thing with art. You can know so much about art history, and about painters, and pieces of art, but that doesn’t mean that, armed with an empty canvas and a paintbrush, you’re the next Modigliani. Sometimes, you can be propelled by passion for something, but that doesn’t automatically translate into masterpieces, whether artistic or culinary. Which is sad, but it’s reality, you know? *anguished cries*
And that’s just it. What we do at Tasteritos—and what other food bloggers do for their own blogs, I suppose—is compelled by love for food. Simple as that. We may have our opinions on restaurants and the like, but that doesn’t make us experts, and that certainly doesn’t make us chefs.
"If you can’t even cook, who gave you the right to review restaurants, and why should we listen to you?"
I think this self-imposed question brimming with insecurity has come up on our minds at least once over the past three years (at least it has on mine). The only answer I can give is, because we love food. We do everything based on that love. Everything we say is filled with the utmost respect for food, meaning, we’re honest. Ain’t nobody got time to disrespect food, you know?
On a more serious note, over the years, we have undoubtedly learned more about food, and perhaps have a more sophisticated understanding of food and how it works and how it’s made. This self-education has given us tools to be able to “analyse” food better, thus helping us to appreciate it more, as well as the process behind it. I mean, the simple experience of my attempting to bake a lemon frosted carrot cake and barely surviving has given me a newfound appreciation for lemon frosted carrot cakes and the people who can accomplish them.
So even if we’re such epic fails most of the time, that same love keeps us cooking to this day. There are times when we’re craving for banana bread in the middle of the night, and it turns out not completely baked through and is half-banana bread, half-mush. But that’s okay. We’ll keep trying, because food is worth it. Always.
With love and respect,
Patricia (on behalf of everyone at Tasteritos)
When I’m not whining and watching TV shows and films and such, I write about food.