I’ve been slipping with the regularity of my posts. The main excuse for my laxity is the newly adopted babies above. It’s difficult to bustle and pivot around a kitchen with two tiny ones underfoot, sticking noses in cupboards and heads in the oven à la Sylvia Plath. One evening, I heard a thud in the fridge – a sure sign, I thought, that a precariously balanced jar had overturned. Upon my opening the door and peering inside, Wasabi jumped out from the bottom shelf. He had surreptitiously slipped by while mama’s attention was elsewhere. And, frankly, it’s easy to be distracted by two balls of fur cavorting across the hardwood floors.
Now that I’ve renamed my blog to something less offensive and, hopefully, scoured it of posts that may upset friends and family, I really must start dabbling in the kitchen – and on these pages – once again.
We have a new look. I’ve lightened and brightened the site a bit, hopefully making it easier to read. The topics remain the same – cooking and living – and not necessarily doing either one successfully.
I’ve just returned from gelato school in Italy. I’m overwhelmed with the idea of regurgitating my experience on these pages today so, I’ll just show you a few of my favorite images from my adventure for now.
p.s. “Gelataia” is a female gelato maker, but for whatever reason, it reminds me a little too much as “genitalia”.
I had such great plans for my post today. However, as is often the case, my “to do” list has ruled the day. We are five years old today! I can hardly believe it. In these pages, I have stumbled, fallen, picked myself up, soared to new heights only to plummet back down to earth once again – and you’ve been there to watch it happen, sometimes offering a kind word of encouragement and, sometimes, a poke in the ribs. I’m proud that these words have remained true (through my lens) and unedited, no matter how crazy or unattractive they have made me look. You’ve seen my culinary and relationship triumphs – along with the disasters (and typos). Thank you for sticking by me – I hope we make it to 10.
Oh my! Someone has been lingering here who shouldn’t. You could say that it’s my own damn fault – I haven’t taken much effort to conceal this site. I muse in a public forum, don’t do much to screen my identity, and my inner circle knows that I have a blog. You can find me by Googling my name – I think I show up on page 3. Although, on a side note, the most Googled word that bring readers to my site is “Brazier” with “MacDonald’s wrapper” coming in a close second. Go figure.
These past four+ years, I’ve thought of this as my “diary in the nightstand” – we know it’s there, but out of respect, we don’t go near it. Note to self: don’t leave a diary in the nightstand.
Welcome to my playground. Like a car crash, you just couldn’t help looking. I’m not leaving – this is where I explore my emotions and thoughts and I’m not afraid to get dirty and ugly – and let it all hang out (or use incorrect punctuation). You won’t make me reconsider what I post here out of self-conciousness or edit my true feelings to make them more palatable. This is where the mask of my daily life comes off – and I can just be. You came here on your own – it’s up to you to digest what you’ve read.
I’ve been away – far away, practicing yoga and sleeping in a yurt in Montana. I needed a break, some time to regroup and renew. I wanted to think about things – big life-changing things and not so big things; just lots of things.
I came to a decision about my posts – one of those “not so big things”. You see, I’ve reduced their quantity. I’ve marked all of the boyfriend posts “private”. It’s time. He’s no longer just some guy in my life – he’s important – and I would never want him to be hurt by the discovery of my silly musings. If I can’t tell him my thoughts about us, I shouldn’t be telling you. He deserves the most respect I can give him now, even if that means a less interesting blog.