Congratulations on completing your Hot Mess Kitchen education! We assume you are now seasoned chefs and likely opening up your own restaurants, or food trucks, or food smart cars, or whatever the hell is cool at this exact moment in time. We bet you’re also healed of all your emotional problems and cured of any bad behavior or millennial woes. Great, us too! Everyone gets an A-plus. Tell your self-esteem we said so.
Truly, we hope you have had / are having at least half as much fun reading our stories and cooking our recipes as we have had writing and preparing them. This cookbook has made each of us feel like a little bit less of a hot mess in the practical sense (we had deadlines and responsibility), and Miranda actually became a dignified cook. But in a more meaningful way, we had to look at our lives and examine them so we could share them with you. We had to figure out what recipes we actually used and thought would be helpful to other people. We had to take stock of our lives, and that has made us feel better. We also think you will relate to everything in this book, so that makes us feel closer to you and less alone. Being a hot mess is really hard sometimes, so it’s nice to be reminded that everyone kind of is one.
We hope you take this book with you from apartment to house to home to wherever you go and that these recipes become staples in your life moving forward. Sometimes you’ll be a hot mess; sometimes you’ll be really clean. During all of these times our recipes will be with you. Remember, Abandonment Issues Apple Pie can also just be the apple pie you cook for your hypothetical children down the line. (Try not to give those children abandonment issues.)
And now, dear friends, we must bid you adieu because of page count reasons, and also because we’ve taught you everything we know. Literally, we don’t know anything else and would have nothing else to say.
We love you and we hope you love us too because we still need validation, and we’re not above that kind of thing.
XOXO,
Gabi and Miranda
P.S. You do love us, right?
P.P.S. Whatever, we don’t care. We’re chill. Don’t love us. NBD.
P.P.P.S. No, but actually can you let us know somehow that you love us? We do need to know.
P.P.P.P.S. FORGET IT, WE LOVE YOU REGARDLESS AND NOW ARE GOING TO BAKE A FRIENDSHIP CAKE TOGETHER. BYE!