For the past year or so, I’ve been posting a recipe a week on my blog. I’ve been upfront about the method behind this madness. My kids both want a cookbook of favorite family recipes, so posting them on the blog killed two proverbial birds with one stone, thought I refrained from baking them in a hypothetical pie.
But Sunday, when I counted the days until this Saturday’s double wedding shower for my matrimonially-minded offspring, I realized that my efficiency went to my head. For a few minutes I vented. Whaddya mean there are less than five days to put the thing together? Where did the time go? How am I supposed to create a cookbook that fast?
Then I calmed down and did the positive self-talk thing. You’re a writer. You can do this. You have the tools. You have paper, a printer, and over 30 recipes posted on the blog. Several more are on file, along with pictures of the food, from your years of writing a recipe column.
After several long sessions and so many deep cleansing breaths hyperventilation was imminent, I calmed down again.
I’m still calm, at least until the list of requested recipes not yet entered into the computer nor photographed for posterity’s sake rears it’s lengthy head. Then I go a little ballistic, until I remember the cookbooks will be in three-ring binders, each recipe tucked into a protective plastic sleeve to the delight of my tidy and perfectionistic heart, so I can send the kids those recipes as they are posted on this blog.
What a relief! No more positive self-talk needed for this perfectionist, efficiency nut. Life is good again…
Unless it rains so much the yard floods for the wedding.
Unless the flowers are done blooming before the wedding.
…I think it’s time to go talk to the oak tree again. Either that or I’m gonna hyperventilate for sure.
How many days until the wedding?
