A long time ago, when I was still trying to overcome my social retardation (I've since given up), I found myself at this bar. Someone asked me how I got into food blogging, like what influenced me. Was it my mom? My grandmother? Besides the fact that I really didn't know how to return the small talk, there wasn't an answer. See, some of you might have noticed that I don't post as regularly anymore, and that's because neither writing nor the exploration of food tickles my fancy. The reason I started was because I saw a shit ton of food blogs out there and thought, "How hard could it be to buy a big camera, take three pictures, and spew out some nonsense?" This obviously poses a problem for a blog that should have three posts a week, and also because sometimes food itself...