I sometimes like to brag about how terrible my job is. "Welp," I said, "Today I've an assignment to make and photograph an alcoholic coffee drink. It's a hard job, but someone's got to do it." Rotten tomatoes ensued, and I enjoyed every minute of it. I do like working as a food blogger. It doesn't pay nearly as well as my old job (at least not yet), but I hated my old job with a firey passion. I traded income for the right to be my own boss and the best hours anybody could ask for. Even …
