This is a creative outlet. A place to record happenings so they don’t fade into a distant memory. A place to reflect. A place to confess.
You see, I read cookbooks like novels, subconsciously touching their pictures and breathing in the imaginary smell of the final product. (You’re not alone.)
I have wanted to start a food blog for well over half a dozen years (isn’t that such a fancy way to say six?) I mean, here was the perfect combination of three passions: food/cooking, writing, and photography. I so rarely dedicated any time to the latter two now.
But somehow, despite the copious research (read obsessive blog and cookbook reading/collecting), and a half-start here or there, I hadn’t done it. I didn’t commit to it.
It took another commitment, years later, to kick start this food blog idea. I was dating a wonderful Jewish man (now a most supportive, sweet fiance husband who posted my first comment) who kept kosher. Suddenly, I had a whole new excuse to obsessively read about food, to learn new things. At the same time, there were so many recipes I already loved; so many dishes with which I grew up. What could I take with me; what had to be adapted; what could I bring to the table?
Food Confessions:
1. I don’t eat tofu.
2. Cottage cheese gives me goose bumps, and not the good kind.
3. I insist that cucumbers have a wonderfully strong smell.
4. I think everyone should know the pleasure of walking around the house, licking a spoonful of Nutella.
Palachinki 