Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Shout Outs
Hi ya'll, welcome to my first attempt at food blogging.
I really don't know how these things work, or if you will find the content of this site remotely interesting, but it is what it is. Or it will be what it will be. We'll see.
Considering how much time I spend online looking for interesting cheap eats in Atlanta, checking up on my favorite food blogs, figuring out what I'll be making for dinner or scheduling "Buford Highway Adventures" with Amy, Karen, Sarah and Charlotte, it's really about time. That is to say, I think about food more than I think about sex. I spend more time in the kitchen than I do in any other room in my apartment. I'll let the shower get all moldy and gross but can't deal with the sight of a dirty dish in the sink or a spot of tomato sauce on the stove. I have more memorable meals than I do memorable memories.
So here we are, I guess partly thanks to Adam, whose recent post got me goin'.
(Oh my god, was that my first link to a blogger? Will he notice? Will he care? Will he ever link back?)
At some point in the future I will figure out how to link to the other bloggers that help me procrastinate during the workday, inspire me to move to Europe so that I can purchase and consume the way-tastier-than-our-American-hormone-treated produce, and motivate me to create new culinary treats. Maybe I'll even share my mom's secret whiskey cake recipe (gasp!) to which I was sworn to secrecy....but only if prove yourselves worthy (hence, leave your comments so I know you are reading).
Otherwise, that's it for now. I have every intention to bring my camera with me tonight to this Korean-Chinese fusion restaurant on the Highway, and I hope that I'll be able to muster up enough courage to take photos of the food that my dearest (and hottest) Korean gals will order for me. In the meantime, I'm out. Like a fat girl in dodgeball.
I really don't know how these things work, or if you will find the content of this site remotely interesting, but it is what it is. Or it will be what it will be. We'll see.
Considering how much time I spend online looking for interesting cheap eats in Atlanta, checking up on my favorite food blogs, figuring out what I'll be making for dinner or scheduling "Buford Highway Adventures" with Amy, Karen, Sarah and Charlotte, it's really about time. That is to say, I think about food more than I think about sex. I spend more time in the kitchen than I do in any other room in my apartment. I'll let the shower get all moldy and gross but can't deal with the sight of a dirty dish in the sink or a spot of tomato sauce on the stove. I have more memorable meals than I do memorable memories.
So here we are, I guess partly thanks to Adam, whose recent post got me goin'.
(Oh my god, was that my first link to a blogger? Will he notice? Will he care? Will he ever link back?)
At some point in the future I will figure out how to link to the other bloggers that help me procrastinate during the workday, inspire me to move to Europe so that I can purchase and consume the way-tastier-than-our-American-hormone-treated produce, and motivate me to create new culinary treats. Maybe I'll even share my mom's secret whiskey cake recipe (gasp!) to which I was sworn to secrecy....but only if prove yourselves worthy (hence, leave your comments so I know you are reading).
Otherwise, that's it for now. I have every intention to bring my camera with me tonight to this Korean-Chinese fusion restaurant on the Highway, and I hope that I'll be able to muster up enough courage to take photos of the food that my dearest (and hottest) Korean gals will order for me. In the meantime, I'm out. Like a fat girl in dodgeball.
