food blogging

gave my life meaning.

Before the blog my eating was a nebulous meaningless thing. Now it has form and purpose.

I am sad I came to it so late.

I envied those twenty settings whose blogs I would read daily as they devoured their cities ( New York and London respectively). If only I had had the vision at that age to do something that might make my gluttony have some purpose, some small use, my twenties would have had more direction.
There is a sense of kindred that would not stop me asking these strangers to join me for dinner if I scored a res for 4 and needed a dining companion. They are the browncoats of food to me.