Roughly once or twice a year, the same thought occurs to me: “why don’t I have people over more often?” And every time that thought takes over my brain, I resolve to remedy it immediately! And I start making plans for a party. It’s usually doesn’t take too long into the planning process before I get the jarring answer to my question: I HATE planning parties.
I don’t know what you’re relationship with failure has been. But for me, it has always been a brutal, unforgiving mistress. I was plagued with an older sibling who is instantly great at everything she does.
To want to cook, the situation has to be pretty ideal. Preferably it would be in my parents’ beautiful kitchen, with fresh ingredients, while feel like I have all the time in the world. It’s just not practical for day to day life!
