Not cooking is one of my favorite things to do. If someone inquires about my favorite food, I will frequently reply, “Food that isn’t made by me.” This is partially due to food tending to be more edible when someone else makes it and partially due to my own laziness when it comes to developing excellency in culinary creations.
(If the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, things are CLEARLY unfavorable).
But every once in a while, I am struck with the urge to do better–the impetus to try try again–the resolution that I WILL eventually make something that a man could put in his mouth without politely fighting the urge to remove it immediately.
I understand that in the grand scheme of things, acquiring 100 followers isn’t a HUGE deal, (especially when I’m averaging a mere 15 hits per post); but I still wanted to take a moment to say thank you to those who, through the false hope of numerical accumulation, have inadvertently affirmed my pretensions of intending to someday write something of actual significance.
It may seem like a mini milestone to say the least, but no matter how small, it is a milestone, and therefore deserves to be celebrated.
Yes, You, with the puzzled expression on your face.
Oh–you didn’t know you were my ideal?
Ok, OK– I’ll confess, if I WERE writing to the idealest of my ideal readers, I would be addressing a tall, dashing, deeply intelligent yet actively compassionate man of stability and means in possession of sound character, soulful eyes, slightly calloused hands, and an amused expression as he reads my blog and finds himself so utterly charmed by my scintillating wit that he feels compelled to send me a (well-written, erudite without being pretentious, humorous) email of introduction because he must know more about the fascinating creature who has penned such insightful reflections on her life. (But if that were a scenario which had even a fraction of a percent of a chance of being a realistic expectation, I probably wouldn’t be writing this blog in the first place, now would I? ^_^) Which brings us back to you.
The Zero to Hero Blogging University has been a TON of fun so far!
I’ve “met” some awesome bloggers (waves awkwardly to all my new blogging buddies)
Hi, New Friends!
and found a TON of unexpected inspiration.
Most recently, some of the blogs I haven’t expected to follow (but have found myself engrossed in) involve food–beautiful food, whole food, organic food, complicated food–the kind of food that I could eat (and write about) endlessly but never actually have the time, dedication, or skill to make myself.
But if I COULD, if I had the time to maintain another blog, I would start a food blog–a food blog for people such as myself who have grand intentions but not even the hint of a kitchen-worthy clue.
The idea came to me through a deeply philosophical Facebook conversation in which some friends and I were examining the definition and boundaries of the term “brunch.”
It began as a normal weekday, save for the fact that snow was falling. Yep, you read that right: snow. In Mid-April. (Apparently, Winter never got the whole “out like a lamb” memo that was supposed to take place in March. If I ever find that deceitful little groundhog….)