About
I’ve never been very good, or very keen, to write an “About” page, but I figure, on the off chance that someone actually reads this, it might be nice to know a little bit about the intrepid author who is cloistered in the bedroom of her little apartment, furiously typing away into the digital void. So, hi. I’m Frankie. Nice to meet you.
Be warned – I’m not an authority on anything, so whatever you might read here take with a grain of salt. I’ve prided myself on being something of a jack-of-all-trades, a renaissance slacker, a professional lay-about who will hear nothing of her “potential”. I’ve worked hard only when I’ve had to (which, mind you, has been more often than I would like), but relish in sleeping in and doing nothing much at all.
It seems however that Fortune favors fools, because somehow I found myself 5,000 miles from my warm and windy home in Texas, working roughly 9 hours a week on a modest but livable wage on the western coast of France. I had so much free time, where before there was always school and work, that I was suddenly, unbelievably, too bored. I didn’t think it was possible.
When I should have been out, enjoying the french sites, making french friends, going to see french movies and maybe, just maybe, improving my french, I was compelled by that part of me which never wants to do those things that I should. So, most nights, I instead found myself in my tiny kitchen, over my miniature gas stove, using ancient wooden utensils that probably belonged to my landlady’s deceased mother, trying to learn through messy trial and error the art of food… and maybe come home with a french butter-belly to boot.
Now, after that chaotic whirlwind of cuisine, I’m back home and settling in for yet another degree. All of this is nothing more than the rambling monologue of a near 30 slacker who is trying to find herself, her passions…
…and where her boyfriend hid the brick of butter.
