Tales of Coq au Vin

Let me tell you my woes. I’ll attempt to keep it quick so I don’t become one of those dreaded food bloggers. You know the ones. The one where you want a recipe but instead they tell you about the time cousin Sue from back home came over and by the time you get to the actual recipe you. are. so. done.

I love to cook. Honestly, when I started toying with the idea of writing, I tossed around the titles “The Homemaking Whore” and “The Cooking Hooker.” (NGL, I actually prefer the latter, but it keeps me restricted to only food.) So I love to cook. But I can’t plate for anything. My food tastes like…