{"id":782,"date":"2011-05-22T06:12:26","date_gmt":"2011-05-22T13:12:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/?p=782"},"modified":"2011-05-23T03:05:35","modified_gmt":"2011-05-23T10:05:35","slug":"faking-it","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/?p=782","title":{"rendered":"Faking It"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Even after 10 years of gardening on my not-quite quarter of an acre, I sometimes have no idea what I&#8217;m doing. Case in point: only two of the Dahlias I planted in pots a few weeks ago are emerging. I pushed aside soil in the other planters until I found the root still a woody end, dry and ragged as a calcified cigar. When I potted these tubers a few weeks ago I <a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/05\/SAM_06581.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-790\" title=\"SAM_0658\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/05\/SAM_06581-225x300.jpg?resize=225%2C300\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/05\/SAM_06581.jpg?resize=225%2C300 225w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/05\/SAM_06581.jpg?resize=768%2C1024 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/05\/SAM_06581.jpg?w=1320 1320w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/05\/SAM_06581.jpg?w=1980 1980w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/a> turned them over and over, poking the ends, unsure which end was where the plant would grow out of when I buried them. For all I know, the poor things could be smothering under there. (Rob suggested I should have planted them sideways.) Times like these, I feel like an incompetent gardener.<\/p>\n<p>This feeling of being a dilettante extends to other things I love &#8211; like cooking. I believe that if you can read, you can cook &#8212; it&#8217;s just directions, right? I credit great cookbooks and food blogs for deliciousness conjured up in the kitchen. \u00a0While I know I make kick-ass sandwiches &#8211; (stuffed with roasted peppers, jalapenos, herby-greens) without recipes but otherwise, rarely create something new from scratch. So really, any scrumptious meal I may make is only Tricia&#8217;s as designed by (insert recipe author here).<\/p>\n<p>Although in my single years when it was easier to live on a dime, I fancied myself an artist and worked a paying job as little as possible in order to &#8216;do my art&#8217;, I always felt a bit of a fraud, even when galleries showed my work and people bought it. Now, I feel the same way about writing, wondering if I have the right tools or talent.<\/p>\n<p>I marvel at the confidence I see in others. Where did they get theirs, why didn&#8217;t I get a dose of it when it was being doled out? But then I think about the Dahlias and the possibility that the invisible ones may just not be ready to bloom yet &#8211; and might end up the most spectacular of all.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Even after 10 years of gardening on my not-quite quarter of an acre, I sometimes have no idea what I&#8217;m doing. Case in point: only two of the Dahlias I planted in pots a few weeks ago are emerging. I pushed aside soil in the other planters until I found the root still a woody &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/?p=782\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Faking It<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[9],"tags":[16,15,7],"class_list":["post-782","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-seasonal-musings","tag-food","tag-garden","tag-writing"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pPzTS-cC","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/782","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=782"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/782\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":786,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/782\/revisions\/786"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=782"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=782"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=782"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}