Day 1 on the 2015 blogging 101 scene reminding me to ask a few fundamental questions about why do this……..that probably runs through my head on a weekly basis.
For the most part I was terrible at English at school, however I have this constant recurring theme that I have an urge to improve on both my writing and share.
Sometimes I feel like there is very little point to adding another food blog into the world, the world is littered with self publishing foodies. The defeatist in me…..then I wrestle with this for a while and I come up with the fact that mine is different, not much but it is! and the best part it comes from me.
I’ve gone through a few site names in my time. I think of a new domain name every couple of months out on my bike or my walk into work. Thankfully I usually forget, however when I do remember and I manage to plug it into a domain checker and find it’s free…..the quandary starts. Do I stay or Do I go? Most the time the price puts me off and I go on my merry way, other times like this one it niggles at me, eats at me and I’m then caught like a rabbit in the head lights. This time I made a run for it and made the switch, it fits me and my thoughts.
I do have a running theme through my head around food and places which are aligned to my non working life. Every now and then there is a social side to me …the optimist that says somebody might be interested in that nugget.
I also just want to make something great that I own, something that I can reflect on. This could be a personal journal, instead I’d like to write to be read and to be absorbed.
I intend to write about food and the odd recipe. How I’ve managed to bring up two boys who seem to hoover up most things. How I’ve fed them on good food with a few treats on the way and how I’ve fed them on the rich tapestry of the open doors. I’ll write about those moments where I prepare a decent meal for the two adults of the house and a few scribbles in between.
If I make a success of this I’d like to write a recipe book of my own, something that will get passed on with phrases like Dad used to make this and this was my favourite. Remember the time I wore my swimming goggles so the onions didn’t make me cry!