I'm typing this completely stuffed... I find it harder to think about food descriptively when the idea of putting another forkful of anything near my mouth is unwanted. (wow that was difficult to type the word unwanted and food and my mouth in the same sentence) Instead I'm thinking more in terms of ah, that was good. Satisfying. Contentifying.
But I must go on and try because posts have been going on unwritten for far too long now. Why? I've been eating up marathons of master chef and kitchen confidentials. I've been more interested in playing with flames and cooking lately, than baking. I've been floundering about with my convictions and career choices and everyday life decisions (do I toast the pecans or leave them be?) For a week a food blog seemed pointless. Why do I have a food blog if I keep most of my recipes secrets? I started it for me with nobody reading it but myself... Now people do read it, surprisingly. I like that, and I keep food blogging because It is worth it. It's somewhat an outlet and I don't have to give away my secrets just to post about how good other people's recipes are. Also, it is always nice to have people that like your things. :) Continue reading