Stupid Covid

First off, I would like to apologize to all of you for my very (very) long hiatus. I was planning on starting new posts and recipes and then all of the sudden, Covid happened! Now, I know what you are thinking. Covid should have made me post more about cooking and creating new recipes and all that jam. Unfortunately I came to the realization that once Covid happened, EVERYONE was now a food blogger and critic.

In the wasteland of Covid home quarantine and everyone doing their own cooking, alas I was lost. Whoa was ‘I’. Where was my audience, where was my place in the world of food and discovery?! Where is my cocktail?

Among the voices; the debutants of home cooks and wild food creations; Came the inventors of such insulting creations like toast with avocado; Quinoa with yams and Kale; bland bullshit recipes that was guilt inducing to make us all feel like we need to be ‘heathy and wise’ and all that jazz. Covid created a genre of food that probably should have never been examined. Alas I, your House Husband, fell prey to the modern and millennial idea of creation and horrid flavor combinations that should never be spoken of again. I think I tried to make a bacon bit taco at one point (soungs good, so bad).

I became intimidated. It was like high school all over again; The popular dishes looked down on the nerdy methods and sanctity of true cooking. The popular foods despised the art of true creation, relying on the quick an fun ideas like reimagined Carbanara (Tomatoes, really?!). The clean food movement made me feel obscure, forgotten, judged. Then all of a sudden, among all this negative self confidence, I came upon a realization; Those fools are stupid. Just stupid.

I had to remind myself that I am ‘The House Husband!’. I have learned so much from my husband (which, if we all can remember, is a master chef {working with Wolf Gang Puck himself!}. I have leart from Julia child, I have slaved over dutch over et al. I can judge a Boulegnaise from the oil sheen it presents. I am not “They.” “They” are not “I”. We are two world apart. (wow, I really can be a wind bag)

And so I am pulled back into why I became ‘The House Husband’; Travel, Food, Cocktails and a vast pool of joy that I have finally been able to express (And Vodka). I want to share my life with you all. I want to describe every event in horrid detail the way I see it all, in truth and realty.

In order to keep this theory going, I must start anew. I will restart my story telling at an important time, highlighting the moments of our 10 year anniversary so you can all feel jealous; Oh so jealous! Then I will continue with more posts about food and recipes and general debauchery. I give you all my thoughts, take them as you wish. I love you all, or I hate you all. Which every side you take, here I am. Forgive me, or don’t. I move forward.

(Please forgive me….)

Author: Bryon Zeigler

If you would have told me 15 years ago that I would be a cancer surviving house husband living in Hawaii and owning a winery with my soon to be husband, I would have told you to fuck off. Nothing that good ever happens to me. Yet, today I woke up to the glorious Hawaii sunrise, and the beautiful Ko'olau mountains behind me, and I love it!
 I am an amateur writer, foodie, cook and home maker. I want to share all of this with you as I travel and eat as well as share my struggles with keeping a clean house.
 My name is Bryon, and I am The House Husband!


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