The Universe was kind to me at Great Grapes. Despite my complete conviction that I was destined to, at some point, put my foot in my mouth, I managed to avoid saying anything so utterly embarrassing that I wanted to crawl under the table. Those gems, I save for this here blog. But as the Universe giveth, the Universe taketh away. Continue reading “Great Grapes 2010”
For reasons that I don’t quite understand, this blog is feeling more and more like a confessional. Sure, I’m resting on a cushy Aeron chair instead of a hard wooden kneeler. And I’m staring at a computer screen into the digital abyss instead of through a confessional screen into the face of absolution. The sounds of NPR or Pandora Quick Mix, not the church organ, float about the room. The room, which is bigger than a rest room stall, is not shrouded in darkness. Instead, it is bathed in bright sunlight. So if blogging is my confessional, does that mean cooking has become my religion?
Forgive me my sins, for I have been touched for the very first time…by rhubarb.
Ask yourself these questions:
Do you instinctively reach for a camera when a meal is plated? You might be a food blogger.
Do you push people out of your kitchen so that you can get that picture before the food cools off? You might be a food blogger.
Do you study which side of your cake, steak, bread, or fish has the best profile? You might be a food blogger.
Do you track blog hits like other people track the stock market? You might be a (food) blogger.
Do you find yourself blogging, emailing, or tweeting about the latest episode of Top Chef? You might be a food blogger.
Do you worry about what the next social networking craze is going to be because it means you’ll have to set up yet another online presence? You might be a (food) blogger.
Do you refer to people in conversation as Sweet Mary, Dining Dish, or Strawberries in Paris as though that really is their name? You might be a food blogger.
Do you appreciate the beauty of a Printable Recipe widget? You might be a food blogger.
Do you have nightmares about a certain bowtied cooking show hosts showing up on your doorstep for a smackdown? You might be a food blogger. Oh wait, maybe that’s just me. Continue reading “You Might Be A Food Blogger If…”
Anyone who has ever been a roommate of mine can attest to the fact that I have an unnatural, almost freakish compulsion to watch A Christmas Story (ACS) anytime it is on television. The Mistah learned this the hard way one Christmas Eve as I sat glued to TNT during their 24 hour ACS marathon. That man, he puts up with a lot without so much as a complaint. He just went down to the basement where he had days worth of European Soccer games waiting for him on Tivo. Nothing says Happy Holidays like quality time spent in front of the tele. Continue reading “It’s A Major Award”
The Mistah and I don’t go out to eat often. Meals are usually served up BAH style at home. When we do eat out, it’s usually someplace we know and love. It’s a short list, but it’s also the places that we recommend whenever someone asks us where to go. Recently, when I was trying to think of someplace to enjoy a casual evening out with fellow B’more Bloggers, my mental rolodex suggested RUB. Continue reading “Dining Out”