I suppose I ought to offer some more philosophical reflections. We’ve had Food Pantry Feasts up for a year now; although we’ve not posted that entire time, we are back to it now—and I think a year of doing something somewhat successfully is cause for reflection and celebration.
|Getting ready for his first motorcycle show!|
If I had to give it an average, I’d say that at least once a day Nick says, “I have an idea. . . .” He is always coming up with great and wonderful things, and I love listening to him. Even if most of his thoughts don’t pan out the way he’d imagined them, he is dreaming big. Every once in a while I have ideas too.
One of the ideas that I’ve had, and been thinking about for a while, was writing a cook book. I reasoned that I’ve cooked enough food, and developed enough of my own recipes, and cooked long enough while being poor, that I could write a fairly decent cookbook about cooking good meals on a budget.
Nick and I were texting back and forth one night while he was at work, and I jokingly asked if he would help me think of a name for my cookbook. This was the first that I’d ever said anything about it to anyone. He took me seriously, and got very excited about it. VERY EXCITED. I was shocked at his reaction, it was that strong. He talked about it for a few days, and then proposed the idea that we blog about cooking on a budget and see if it was popular before we wrote the book and sent it to a publisher. Thus, Food Pantry Feasts was born.
And I discovered that I like blogging. I like sharing stories of life, and food. I like writing. I like showing of select pictures of my cute kids. And this is almost entirely my project, Nick has enabled me to publish my own posts now, and the only thing I can’t do is change the format and background picture. Nor have I given up on the idea of publishing a cookbook; that’s still in the wings. I’d even thought of self-publishing a small one in time for Christmas this year. All I really have to do is format some of the recipes and stories I already have; when I have time.
|Devouring roasted nori--the tastiest thing ever!|
Thing One just took half a pack of baby wipe a shoved them, one by one, under his door in protest of nap-time. At least he has an imagination. And we’ve lost our internet access again, so I might have some trouble posting for a while, but don’t worry, I will try. This is something I want to keep doing. So I am going to try.
Okay, so that wasn’t so much philosophy as it was rambling on about me. Oh well. I also like to talk—and if I blog, I can’t be interrupted! Mwahahahaha!! Have I also mentioned that we’re learning Italian?