Wants happy back in the kitchen.
Back in 2013, I started a post with the above title. I also wrote the next four paragraphs: 'You know what I miss? I miss this place. I miss writing. I miss cooking. I miss pouring over cookbooks, having them lying next to my bed when I fall asleep at night. I don't know why I stopped. Wait, maybe that's not the whole truth. There are just so many reasons I did stop - child, school, home life, oh, and a brand new interest in knitting - that coming back became hard. And also, food blogging became a chore, not what it started out being: an adventure, a sharing of dreams and posibilities and ideas. It became a popularity contest. I don't know if it still is, because frankly, I don't read food blogs very much these days. But that's probably good, for me, if I want to bring it back to basics. Writing about food, about what I do in the kitchen, and about what happens in my life, and how what happens in the kitchen reflects that. I miss being happy in the kitchen...
