The Texas Renaissance Festival in Plantersville, Texas, opened its gates for the first time in 1974—50 years ago now. My own first visit was in 1977 when I was seven years old. Seven was a big year for me; a lot changed in my life, some of it for the better, some for the worse
I'm honestly the worst food blogger ever. I rarely post recipes, and I’m not here to sell you stuff. Mostly, this blog is about what it's like to become a food blogger after burning out from years of relentless adulting. Now, that’s not to say I’m not doing food-related things in the background. I am, but in an effort to keep my “brand” (Your Honor! I object. Counsel is douchey. Sustained.) true to my intent, I need to create a consistent, repeatable product.
I assume everyone’s burnout is different, personal. For me, it feels like my façade has worn away, leaving me with my raw, base self. That’s its own kind of challenge. It’s not always wise to be authentic in today’s world. But there’s a certain charm in it; sometimes not being wise is fun. I feel freer than I ever have—free to be me.
I hadn’t planned on making pork chops last night. I assumed I’d be cooking something seafood-related since she’s dieting again and doesn’t get tempted by fish. But halfway through our grocery run, she suggested pork chops for dinner.
Once the mise en place was done, the Offspring was collected and we headed off to the Autumn Equinox festival at Saint Arnold’s brewery. The festival started at six, so we were going to grab dinner there first and then hit the festival which is exactly what we did.
