I'll start with the muffins

This is my first ever blog. I am now a blogger.

This is yet another time in my life when I have begun to do something that I have venomously berated at a previous time. Harry Potter novels, travelling beyond South East England, cooking, David Bowie, listening to podcasts - all these things have felt my wrath at some point, but all these things have become a part of my life. I think the word is hypocrisy. 

I am a blogger. I am a hypocrite.

So why do I change my tune like the weather? Well because I am constantly, irritatingly, proved wrong. Potter, although a book for kids, it's an awesomely entertaining book for kids. Cooking is full of skill and joy and is sometimes the highlight of my day (I think I once referred to chefs as 'twats who just heat stuff up'). Travelling beyond England has been the best thing I have ever done and listening to Bowie is akin to dripping psychedelic honey in one's ears. So I thought I would, for the millionth time in my life, swallow my pride, and blog.

Also, I have spent the last two years being paid to write what other people tell me to write about, so it's about time I write what I want to write about. True, I won't get paid as handsomely, and I will have a lot smaller readership, but least I can use words like 'psychedelic honey' instead of 'repossession figures' or 'standard variable rate'.

So I will blog. I am now a blogger.

If you didn't know, I am currently living in North East Hungary, 1500km from home, 200km from Budapest, 400m from a gypsy camp, 340m from a post-communist sewage processing plant and 7m from about a dozen geese and a cockerel. So I will blog about my time in Hungary, the trials, the tribulations and the muffins.

I love cooking muffins. It is my passion, it is my joy. Like everyone else, I always enjoyed a muffin of an afternoon, maybe with a big cup of coffee or hot chocolate. But now, oh now it's not just a passing fancy. I think about my own muffins every day. I think of extra ingredients, I think of cooking times and most of all I think of the warm fuzzy feeling I get as I take that first bite. It's like crack, just with more calories.

Cooking muffins is one of the many ways I have changed and have grown. I miss my home, I miss my friends but I have shed a lot of unnecessary things that I previously held dear. So to fill the hole I have begun to cook, I read constantly and I actually enjoy a lot more things now. 

So i will write about my new experiences. I have a lot to tell after six months here, but I will try and fit it all in. Anyway my cinnamon muffins are done.