Forgive me father, for I have been MIA. Medical student In Action. I have neglected my friends, I have neglected my health, I have neglected my laundry, but most importantly, I have neglected you.
For nearly three years I diligently blogged about food. Food in the restaurant, food at home, food in France. I had a rhythm and we found our groove. Slight bouts of writer’s block were cured with fresh walnut rolls from the nearby boulangerie or a flare-up of egos in the restaurant. We were happy together.
And then med school rolled around. I wasn’t any less happy, but my entire universe had lost its focus. No more random quests for dried mango in Paris or new pizza to try in Seattle. No more time to make dinner or chefs to complain about. I was a study machine. And I didn’t know how to relate that to you. I loved every minute of my first year of medical school (just as Scott). But you are no place for musings on pathology or physiology. You were born out of a passion for pine nuts and pain au chocolat.
And I’m fine with that. You aren’t a pensieve (don’t hate me for quoting the ‘Potter) for every random thought that enters my mind. You have a purpose in this life. A food-driven, restaurant-inspired, chef-centered purpose.
