So here’s the deal: I like my blog. I like hearing from the 50 or so people who read my blog – whether it be an actual comment (but let’s be real, I get like 2 of those a month) or a remark in person or through email – I like knowing that people out there exist, and people out there benefit, to some extent, from my recipes, ramblings, and whatever.
I like that I can talk to you, without talking to you. Whatever.
But writing a blog for almost 4 years takes a lot of time, a lot of energy, and a lot of effort. Reading a post every week is a ton easier, I promise.
And so, given that, I had pretty much decided that I had about 1 more post in me. And we’d be finished here. No more food photo-editing, no more recipe-writing, no more working on a post during any spare minute I had. No more remembering to post on Twitter and Facebook. No more linking to Pinterest. No more trying really hard to get a picture on Tastespotting, or hoping to get hundreds of comments and new readers.
But then I remembered that I also write this blog for me. I like to keep track of what I cook – my own site to highlight my favorite recipes, my food stories (and non-food stories, too), my travels. And I LOVE that if I want to remember how many times I’ve written about fried chicken, all I have to do is head to the recipe page and look. I love that I can easily find my granola recipe (even though I practically know it by heart now) and remember how I make pie dough that is awesomely flaky by finding the most recent pie I made (which has been a while ago, actually).
You see, it’s all of those things, taken together, that I can’t bring myself to let go of. I love this place because it’s mine, and because of that, I’m keeping it.
But my compromise to myself is that I just won’t be up here quite as much. Life is short, time flies by way too quickly, and I can’t be bothered to tie myself down to a schedule. So you might see me here every two or three weeks, sometimes more, and sometimes a lot less, I’m imagining.
I’m sure each and every one of you (which, if you care, is actually closer to a couple hundred instead of 50 because I totally don’t keep good track of stats. whoopsie! and yay!) will understand. And hopefully, you’ll still stick around.
Because when I get around to it, I have some tasty morsels to share, including another round of fried chicken (+ waffles! holy moly.) and finally, a pizza that I didn’t wrestle with (although, I still had to have a little more patience than I care for…).
But for now, I’m off to Boston for a few days. It conference-time again, and I get to see some buddies and if I’m lucky, eat some clam chowdah and lobstah.