INTRO

A friend via facebook recommended that I start a food blog because I was constantly posting pictures of the dishes I made.  I replied that I didn’t feel right starting a blog with the recipes I used because I used recipes that anyone could find on the internet.  But everyone got a recipe from someone else, right?  So I shouldn’t feel so ashamed about my thievery, as long as I gave proper credit.  Plus, it would give me something to do in between gaming, watching TV shows/movies, reading books, gchatting, and all-around bumming it.

First, I’ll explain the title of the blog.

Many moons ago, I had a myspace account.  Yes, I know – who DIDN’T have a myspace account?  At the height of my account usage, I was in law school and desperately trying to stay awake in class and also find any sort of distraction from reading the vast amount of cases we were assigned as 1Ls.  So I posted comments, did surveys, made my page look pretty, wrote blogs – whatever it took to keep myself entertained.  One day, I became curious about the Chinese zodiac (and by curious, I mean that I read some article on yahoo about what the Chinese zodiac predicted for the following year – death, famish, impending doom), and I read up on my sign, the pig, on Wikipedia.   Not the most reliable source in the world, but good enough for my purposes.  I read about the various types of pigs according to the Chinese zodiac and decided to focus on the “skinny fat pig type.”  I blogged, “How you can have a skinny-fat type of anything, I’m not sure, but since I’m skinny, I’ll go with this one.”  Thus, the phrase, “skinny fat pig type,” was forever embedded in my brain (I’m sure what should have been embedded were all the precedents established from the cases I was supposed to have read).   I think the phrase is appropriate in this context since I am on the skinny side and I love food.  When my metabolism slows down, I’ll rename the blog and refer to myself as just, “Fat Pig.”

Second, I didn’t start cooking for myself until about 3 years ago, when I finally moved out on my own.  The circumstances about my moving away from my parents are a story that would be better suited for a therapist’s ears, so I’ll refrain.  Once I no longer had the benefit of mom’s cooking, I knew I couldn’t subsist on ramen alone.  Thus began my quest to learn how to cook.   I spent hours watching youtube videos on how to cut vegetables and reading articles on anything food-related.  In the process, I made some tasty dishes, along with a few failures, and saved a lot of money since I didn’t have to buy lunch every day at work.

I’m no gourmet chef, nor am I a foodie.  My purpose isn’t to try to teach people how to cook, but more to satisfy my ego in writing about myself and the things I like – in this case, cooking and eating.  If you don’t mind helping to inflate my ego and enjoy food porn as much as I do, then I welcome your readership.