I’ve recently been hired at a local retail store, and am becoming accustomed to the schedule. The hours can sometimes be long, but I like where I work, so that helps me when I get tired.
This weekend I had my first long days — 7 and 8 hour days. During one of the days, on lunch break, I was talking with a coworker.
I had brought some meat pie type things that I made for lunch. It was a homemade raised bread crust with meat and veggies inside it. It was good, even if I do say so myself. My coworker asked what I’d brought, and I said it was kind of like a homemade Hot Pocket (TM), only better.
We started talking food, and how I tend to make everything from scratch, and at one point during the conversation, she said I should write a cookbook. I laughed, and told her that I wrote the wrong type of blog to get any kind of publisher interested in a cookbook from me. That, of course, led to questions on what kind of blog I write.
Before we went too far into the fat/size acceptance movement, I said, “Yeah, I could just see the title too. An Unrepentant Fatty’s Cook Book.” She laughed and then said, “Sure, why not?”
I can think of a hundred reasons why not. The fact that I’m unrepentant. The fact that I’d not be able to get a publisher to go for something titled that. The fact that I’d get so much more negative reaction from doing something like that than I’ve gotten from writing this blog.* That’s just the easy first three from the top of my head reasons.
However, I still like the title. The Unrepentant Fatty’s Cook Book. Too bad it’s an idea who’s time will never come.
*Fact is, while I’ve been dormant for most of this year, I’m still getting trolls telling me how I’m the personification of all that’s wrong with the world, because I’m fat.
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