What the hell was I thinking?
I wasn’t.
I just started grabbing ingredients.
Super hot peppers
Malt vinegar
A green pepper
Mushrooms
Canned cream of mushroom soup
Sardines
Iceberg lettuce
Jasmine rice
Throw in a bit of the beer that was lying around
Right.
And a bit of red wine?
Sure.
That was dinner.
Why not?
I refused recipes.
Arrogant little slug that I was, I merely believed that I could ‘figure it out’ and just come up with stuff.
Theatre school?
That was full of recipes.
But there, we didn’t look at any of the big ones about story.
Weeeeeeeeeellllll. We kinda did. I think I may have either forgotten what I learned or just didn’t do the really hard work of caring enough to create something as a whole. Instead, I’d merely throw a bunch of ingredients together with a hope and a prayer that someone other than me would find it tasty.
I did this with my dinner. I did this with my work. Needless to say, that didn’t get me very far.
Remember, you’re reading the words of an arrogant little slug with audacit…
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