For several months before my 29th birthday, people started talking about the return of Saturn and how my life was about to become a total mess. At the time, my life was already a total mess — I was single, hated my entertainment writing job and had no idea how the hell I was going to get to my dream – making goat cheese, jams, honey and whatever else I could learn to make in a quaint farm… ideally flocked by loving children and a hunky farm-hand. And now, all of my dreams have come true! Just kidding.
In November, I got fired for leaving the word “bullshit” in a quote and since then, I’ve been in a strange job purgatory state. I worked at a wild yeast bakery for awhile, made a shit-ton of jams, goat feta and some kinda awesome food. Instead of landing a job, I realized my passion. And because I can’t imagine going back to writing Kim Kardashian stories all day, I’m going on a food adventure. I’m taking cooking classes, following a caterer around and trying to figure out how to make this passion sustainable. Wish me luck!