Wannabe Food Blogger

 I love to cook. I love to eat. I’ll try anything once. But I don’t have the time or followthrough to churn out an interesting blog day after day. And for me, the selling point of a recipe is a lovely photo, and that’s something I can’t deliver. I’m living with two kids and two adults, a mismatch of dishes and utensils, and it’s all I can do to make sure the dishes get done.

And when I cook for the family, it’s usually almost gone by the time I remember I should have taken at least a picture of someone’s plate. I don’t cook for the boyfriend because he’s a picky one. He pretty much gets cupcakes from a box with canned frosting and couldn’t be happier. I wish I lived surrounded by adventurous palates. But even if I did, adventurous ingredients are hard to find here in Nowheresville, USA. We don’t even have a post office in my town, let alone a Trader Joe’s or a WholeFoods. What unique perspective could I offer?

I’m limited. But one day, I will fulfill my dream. My husband will build me a lovely house with a spacious kitchen and I will buy a decent camera and cook to my heart’s content.

I truly admire many food bloggers. I make my rounds daily, salivating over lovely recipes. Often, I make the recipe, and it turns out fabulously, but I have neither the camera nor the extra set of hands to photograph such endevours, and for that matter my kitchen is a mess with an outdated color scheme and not a ton of natural light.

I wish I could be a food blogger. They have a fellowship, Bakerella and Deb and Ree (PW) and all the rest of the greats. I feel like I know them. However, I don’t. Which is sad, because I’m sure we’d be great pals. I’m a wannabe food blogger.

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