I’ve been working on reordering some of my categories this week, sort of a “spring cleaning” for the blog moment. (My office got it too – no more iguanas hiding in piles, maybe?) In the process, I discovered that I write about food. A ton. More, probably, than I write about any one other thing. Instantly I jumped on myself, “You should write about food less. I bet people are getting bored about reading about food.”
I’m so far behind on this challenge it’s not even funny. We’re in week four right now – preserving in booze – and I just completed the second task: preserving in fat. I could say that I preserved two different things using the first method, but that’s an excuse and everybody knows it. (Sour pickles and sauerkraut, btw.)
I know I’ve been gone forever. More on that on Wednesday, because there are words, but there are far too many of them to include in a post about PICKLES!
Pickles, pickles, pickles.
I’ve been riddled with guilt about the fact that I’ve done… what’s the opposite of something? Oh right, nothing!
Do you ever get discouraged reading food blogs? Real food, not real food, gorgeous pictures, amazing meals… I know I can’t be the only one. They just have it so together. I am never that together.
