They say experience and perspective changes you. I think after my years of arrogance, my moment has come.
After just a couple of months of weekdays bleeding into weekends and nights extending, I feel absolutely apologetic about my years of blogging.
Back in 2010, when I got an email inviting me to a restaurant, I felt I had arrived. And, I reviewed food, decor, restaurant and what not.
What I didn’t realise is the relation is completely lopsided. On one side is a person who has gone to a culinary school, who thinks about food 20 hours a day and spends 15 hours cooking them.
On the other side is me who has a full time job, who got into food blogging because it was cool and could not afford to pay for what he was eating.
But I had arrived. And, landed on the head of chefs. I have probably never felt more apologetic about my food blogging. The years will never come back and I wish there was some way to undo it all.
Btw, this post is not about tanu. She will never be a full time cook and my reason dawning is not due to her but the kitchen full of full time chefs.
What an arrogant, unfair and swashbuckling idiot I was. A chef I know said when we go out to meet bloggers, we are serving them. But we are not at their service.
Since then, I have leant to stand up when a chef walks in. I have learnt to speak with visible respect and I have learn to ask, not tell. I am in the circle of an expert to learn and participate not educate.
Sadly, while it was an amazing experience, I can’t apologise enough for being the sort of blogger I was.
