So sometimes I get a wild hair and actually pull a cookbook down off the shelf and make something. Then, crazy upon crazy, I actually PHOTOGRAPH the finished product, which is, after all what a food blogger is supposed to do.
And then my old fart memory kicks in and I completely forget about it. Com-PLETE-ly. Months later I pull out my camera and load pictures onto the computer and think, “Hmmm, I wonder who took those lovely photos?” Um, you did dumbass. I have no memory to speak of. I blame the entire decade of the ‘90’s. And House Music.