I wish I could say that I came out better on the other side.
Forget about the BA Test Kitchen. Forget Claire, forget Brad, and Chris, and Sohla, and Carla, and Delany and all the rest. And just. Move. On.
But it only confirmed what I already knew.
I’m in too deep.
Bon Appetit ignited a fire inside of me that cannot be put out.
I love cooking.
I love blogging about cooking.
I love learning about cooking.
And I love watching talented people talk about cooking.
Now I know I might be coming off as just a smidge dramatic but I promise this reaction is very appropriate. I’m 21, with no job prospects in sight, and all I want to do is talk about food, buy gochujang and recipe test. Why apply to jobs when I can make homemade scallion pancakes? Or go through $30 of chocolate while trying to temper it?
And listen, I fully understand that I have no right to recipe test my days away – my understanding of food is minimal and my budget is even smaller but here’s the thing: I really want to.
So cheers Bon Bon Appétit. I can’t get over you and I don’t think I ever will.
Without further ado, here it is, the recipe that made me realize that this isn’t just a phase, mom.
And here is, as promised last week, Miranda Veal and I making it.