I was
once on a panel about blogging and everyone was surprised when I said
that at any given time, I have about seventeen posts started, either
sitting on my kitchen counter or partially written on my computer. With
the focus on blogs being a little more spiffy than they used to be,
back when you could – for example – write a haiku
to a espresso-filled chocolate candy, now you’ve got to me a bit more
alert as to what you put online.
I never
really thought of this space as a bijou,
as the French might say, a jewel. It’s unpolished and casual, more so
than a cookbook, and a place to share stories and recipes in a
freestyle fashion. I love taking pictures and writing stories, but
I worry about flaws, goofs, and that kind of stuff. But back in those
days, it was kind of fun to share kitchen disasters
and things that I
wouldn’t put on the blog today. (Which some of you are
probably grateful for.)
Sometimes I look back at posts
from ten years or so ago, with pictures taken with a point-and-shoot
camera, which at the time, was cutting-edge, breakthrough technology.
Seeing them now is like looking at pictures of myself wearing
bell-bottoms in the 70’s. (And every time I see young men wearing their
trousers halfway down their thighs now, I want to yank them up and say,
“Dude, I’m doing you a favor. Trust me, you’ll thank me in twenty years
when you see the photos.”)
So
occasionally I’ll go back and revisit a recipe and a post, like the one
for strawberry
frozen yogurt, which is one of my favorite frozen dessert
recipes, but the old photos were the size of a postage stamp and looked
like I shot them in an airplane bathroom. Looking at the photos on the
blog right now, I wonder if I’m going to have to update them in
ten years as well. But for now, when I see such beautiful fruits at the
market, I try to do the best I can, which is really all we can do,
isn’t it?
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