I am chagrined and embarrassed to realize how
long it’s been since I posted regularly on this blog. At first I took a break because I was starting to worry more
about whether anyone was reading what I wrote than I was about what I might
have written or, indeed, eaten, and the whole process of chasing readers was
getting me down. But that hiatus,
intended to be brief, got longer and long and longer. I guess I can turn anything into a hard-to-break habit.
But I miss it, damn it. I have always found my world on my plate, and blogging
is a way of keeping track of where I’ve been and what I have eaten when I got
there. I still journal regularly, but not about food, and there have been many
bites lost to memory over the past years — savory, sweet, wonderful bites that I was
sure I’d never forget, and now I have.
So, here I am, readers or no, picking up the
threads again and happy to be here. The point, after all, was always supposed to be the
food and the writing. I just let
myself forget that too.
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Glad you’re back!