It’s funny how things work out.
I started this blog last week, hoping that I would stumble upon something worth reading and writing about without causing too much controversy or being too boring. I love reading blogs and I love writing and I wanted to be part of the “blogosphere”. But I had no real direction.
So…last night my sister, my Man and myself had settled down to watch Iron Chef America on the Food Network, as we do every week. Pim was one of the judges for Battle Tomato (more about that later, possibly) to which I commented “I want to be a food blogger!” My sister, always good for encouraging me in these foolish ventures, chimed in “You want to be Alex.” Yes, yes I do. So, with all due respect to Alex, who I have known for longer than either of us should confess to, and Pim, who does this for a living, here I am.
It should have occurred to me sooner. For months I’ve been watching Food Network like its my job, looking up recipes, buying cookbooks, reading food blogs, trying to be more “flexitarian” (more about that later) and complaining about the food in my household. I am so excited about this project.
So, to start this off right, I am reminded of what my 9th grade history teacher always used to say:
“If you don’t eat, you die.”