This is my 100th post. On the one hand, it seems like a bit of a milestone, on the other, it seems like a fairly arbitrary accomplishment.
I didn't know how I would go with blogging. I think it is working out well. There are a couple of friends whose lives are equally chaotic as mine, and whose spare moments are not always at convenient times to catch up, and I feel like blogging has allowed me to keep in touch better with those people.
And I am slowly getting better at letting people know about my blog.
There is about to be a flurry of cake-related posts, because I am typing up recipes for people following the two wedding cakes I made and requests for the recipes. Some people are very guarded about recipes. I have no problem sharing my recipes. Most people still won't bother to make them, because they are effortful and time-consuming.
I have been thinking about NaNoWriMo - the national novel writing month in November. I don't think I want to tackle a novel. But I have thought about setting myself a writing task. That is one of the things I have enjoyed about blogging. It is getting me back into the habit of writing: not in a research literature review capacity. I am still tossing around ideas, but have been contemplating the idea of maybe putting together a cookbook for my family and friends for Christmas.
The problem is that most of the things I make, I don't actually use a recipe for. They are a general principle which I then adapt depending on the circumstances. Like my cakes - I have two recipes, which I doctor heavily depending on what is in the cupboard.
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