Stolen Pictures & Stolen Dreams

(Or how I became a food blogger with zero food photos of my own.)

You know that moment when life takes a wild turn, and you’re suddenly doing something you never saw coming?

Yeah. That’s me.

One day, I was a physics expert, calculating trajectories and acceleration.

The next?

I was accelerating straight into a pile of spices, chasing the perfect recipes and burning my hands in boiling oil, which all started with the support, love and co-ownership of my brother.

And now? Now, I have a food blog. A loud, dramatic, emotional, slightly chaotic food blog.

But there’s a problem.

☝ I never took pictures.
☝ Not a single photo.
☝ Not even a blurry, slightly burnt, maybe-too-close-up shot of my disasters.

Because back then, I didn’t know I’d fall in love with cooking. I didn’t know I’d one day sit here, typing away, wishing I had proof that I once made the best homemade dishes 😋(and also that one disastrous bread incident we don’t talk about).

So, what do I do now?

I borrow pictures from the internet. Or, if i may rephrase it 👀 - 'I respectfully, desperately, and slightly guiltily borrow pictures from the internet'.