A wardrobe full of clothes, yet nothing to wear. A folder full of – no, bursting with – photos, yet no idea what to blog about.
Well, that’s not entirely true. Of course there’s always plenty of blogging fodder, just nothing that jumps out as appropriate to mark the occasion of two hundred posts. Throw in my sometimes laziness mixed in with the sporadic interruptions and busyness of life, and I have a myriad of material of which some is unfortunately now outdated. (There really is no point talking about a place which has closed down, is there? Or of a place where the menu has changed 3 times since you visited.) So many delicious memories, so little time! *sigh*
And so goes the life and times of a food blogger. When those around you are so accepting that they wait for you to take photos. And apologise if they’ve “disturbed” the food prior to said photo-taking. They ask you why you’re not taking photos when you don’t. They make you take photos even when you say you won’t.
They bring back gifts of food, cookbooks, magazines, crockery even from their travels; for nothing but out of respect for your love and pursuit of food.
They bring you a whole chicken and a tub of vampire-deterring sauce from a famed charcoal place, when all you asked for was to pick up some dip “somewhere along the way”.
They compliment the foccacia you make, even when you made the silly move of covering it with paper towel for the second prove and have to ask for their help to pick off all the little bits of paper adhered to the dough before you can stick it in the oven.
They think of places for shared meals as suggestions for you to blog.
They do all this and much, much more.
Thank you for sharing my meals through eating, reading and allowing me to feed you. Thank you for making me laugh over food, about food, and many other things.
You all know who you are.
happy cooking & happy eating!