Hi there! My name is Christi, aka C.J., and this here is my blog about the funny or bizarre things I think up and feel compelled to write about. And since I enjoy cooking and experimenting in the kitchen, I include recipes from time to time.
In the Beginning …
From the time I was a kid, I enjoyed cooking and reading. I read everything I could get my hands on — newspapers, magazines, even the STD pamphlets in the doctor’s office — and one day I hoped to be someone who wrote those things. (Well, not STD pamphlets.)
I imagined myself a humorist, along the lines of a James Thurber or Dorothy Parker, shedding light on the ridiculous and inane. I’d attend cocktail parties and stand in the corner of the room, drinking a gin and tonic, watching people and gathering new fodder for my next column.
College and So Forth
When I went to college, I first chose an English major, thinking that was how columnists were born. Strangely, my lofty aspiration for humor writing made me out of sync with other English majors. I bounced around from major to major for awhile, trying out Philosophy, Psychology, even did a two-week stint with Theology.
I gave Journalism a go, only to discover I was allergic to reporting. It had something to do with calling up strangers for an interview. Or walking up to strangers for an interview. Basically, anything involving talking to strangers gave me a violent, physical reaction. (That might be a slight exaggeration, but you get my drift.)
So I wound up with a history major (no talking to strangers) and a journalism minor (in editing; again, no talking).
I worked at a newspaper, a small one in a small town, which is the only way a kid straight out of college can land an assistant editor position. Eventually I was working with the columnists, renewing my dream of one day writing a humor column of no real value, other than fulfilling my desire to attend cocktail parties and drink gin and tonics.
Fast forward to today, no longer working at a newspaper but still living the dream, baby. Consider this blog my column. A weekly humor/food column.
What Does the Future Hold?
If all goes according to plan, one day you will throw a cocktail party and you will see me standing in a corner of the room, talking to no one. You will approach your significant other:
“Do you know who that woman is, standing in the corner, drinking a gin and tonic?”
“I have no idea. I thought you invited her.”
“I didn’t invite her. I think we should keep an eye on her.”
“Why? Has she done anything suspicious?”
“No. I just can’t trust a woman who drinks gin and tonics.”