This blogging stuff is hard. Finding the time is hard. Finding inspiration is hard. Finding my voice is hard. Remembering to take pictures of food before I devour it? Really hard. Self-editing? Impossibly hard.
I've realized that perfecting recipes and taking gorgeous photos is just not going to happen. It's not me, and I don't have time to do things that aren't me. I barely have time to breathe these days. That doesn't mean I'm giving up. It just means there may be some ridiculous posts between now and me finding my voice. My real voice, which is I think not too different than others like me, whose life includes work, kids and trying to keep a head above water. I hope that's the voice you'd like to hear. And really, what could be more ridiculous than someone blogging about preparing jarred spaghetti sauce? I hope that means the worst has already happened. I also hope you'll come back. Tell me when I'm clever. Even more, tell me when I'm not. Like it or not, if you're reading this you're part of my process. Ha! Caught you.
I had ice cream at lunch today. Probably going to do it again at dinner. Hope you do something equally frivolous this weekend.