For the pleasure of it
I’ve been digging through some of my old internet accounts, and have found some writing from past-me. I think I might start editing/publishing a few pieces, mostly from college essays, just as vignettes of 16-year-old Kiran.
We know you lead a busy life, full of activities, many of which are required of you. Tell us about something you do for the pleasure of it. (100 words or fewer)
Cooking is magic. See the eggplants? See the tofu? Now, here’s a stove—watch carefully. I have dinner! The food I make comes from many cuisines, often including imaginary ones. When I do use a recipe, there is one rule I always abide by: Never follow the instructions exactly. One unexpected ingredient* can make a dish. Every now and then, though, after hours working on the meal, I end up with inedible messes. Ingredients don’t always combine the way I intended, but massive disasters are actually half the fun. And also what PB&J is meant for.
- *Ed. note, almost a decade later: I’ve always loved spicy food. I had a good friend review this essay when I first wrote it, and his response was perfect:
- “unexpected” … [SURPRISE CAPSAICIN!]?