I am alive, I do still exist and sometimes I am even cooking! I know, it has been a very long time since I last logged on (so long in fact that I had forgotten my password AND log-in!). Some of you know what has been going on to distract me from this thing called blogging but also some of you don’t and I am not exactly sure where to start. I guess like a lot of you out there (27% of you if I am to believe the statistics) I get hit by that big old mac truck called depression. And this time I was riding a bicycle the wrong way down the highway when the truck came out of nowhere.

I have been mulling over this post for the last month or so trying and rewriting the post to make something kinda special. I wanted to go along the lines of Allie from Hyperbole and a Half and make you all laugh at what a crazy ride the last few months have been, or write something strong and heartwarming like The Bloggess. But as I’ve been learning over the past few months I can’t expect what I want in my head to be exactly as life turns out. Life will always be greener on the other side and I can not be perfect like I see all of those other people. But I can keep trying.

So today I am here, sitting at my kitchen table, selling my furniture on ebay to pretend I am bringing in some form of wage since the big dipper stole my job from me, dreaming of a better tomorrow and contemplating what my next recipe should be.

I went quite a while without eating anything more than Fry’s Nuggets and even longer without stepping a foot in the kitchen but slowly my appetite and asbestos hands and coming back to me and recipes are flowing again (just don’t count the last three cardboard lasagnas I’ve made… Thank-you Kris for pretending they were good!). Tomorrow will hopefully see my first real post in five months up here and hopefully that will be the next step to getting my life back.

**I just want to give a massive thank you to my amazing partner Kris. You’ve helped me so much everyday. I couldn’t have gotten through this without you. I owe you a lychee martini at our favorite place with the pretty lights when everything is better! My mum, who asked me at least once a week without fail when I would be blogging again. Without her I probably would never have come back. And also to Susan who was by my side with baked goods, crappy movies, hugs and absolutely no pressure everyday – you are the best crazy cat lady a girl could ask for