Notes from the field

Oh, hi.

It’s been a while, hunh?

What’s that you say? Med school orientation is starting this week?

Whoops.

So here we are, a little less than a year out from post number one of my quaint ‘I-have-a-gap-year-I-think-I’ll-write-a-food-blog” project. This was supposed to be a self-limiting sort of project, where after a year of adventures during which I posted consistently (again, whoops) I gracefully bowed out and turned all my attentions to the pursuit of an M.D. (not to be confused with happiness #whitepeopleproblems). But I have this funny idea that trying to maintain this/start this back up again might be a stellar exercise in the ever challenging pursuit of work-life balance.

This blog clearly falls under the ‘life’ category for me—I enjoyed very much writing these entries, and I suspect that I will enjoy doing so even more in the coming months. Cooking, and writing about cooking (because when would I ever do anything that didn’t operate at some sort of meta level?), will become one of the few creative, no-stakes outlets I have during these next couple of years. (I say couple, rather than four, because creativity has a huge role in actual clinical medicine and patient management—unfortunately the first two years of medical school see very little clinical anything, except sometimes clinical depression.)

Anyway, that’s my way of saying hello again!

Now, while I haven’t written in a while, that doesn’t mean I haven’t been thinking of the blog.**

They're called jocotes. They sweet-tart,
and edible right of the tree, or stewed in jams.

I thought about you while I ate this.

Woot! Tamales!

 And learned how to make this.

D & D Brewery, Lake Yojoa, Honduras.

Certainly while I drank this.

And when I returned to the

developed world and made this.

4 o'clock = gelato o'clock.

And when abso-posi-lutely while I devoured this.

See? I thought about you lots!

So here’s the deal: I’ll probably continue to think about the blog/food a lot over these next few months of the big med school adventure. But a lot of the time, I’m gonna have to push those thinks out in favor of absurdly lewd mnemonics for muscle groups. But I am going to make an honest attempt to give those thinks space to breathe, and get written about , once a week.

So check in. Call me out. And most of all, wish me luck.

**(Obviously this is the case, since thinking about the blog is equivalent to thinking about food, which I clearly do constantly—hence the inception and existence of this blog.)