Things I think about lately when it comes to my blog:
I don't feel like writing. Or cooking. Or taking photos.
I can't believe I took a day trip to Madison and didn't take my camera out once.
This cilantro-onion mix is crucial to taco night. Do I blog about it? What's to blog about? It's cilantro and onions, chopped finely and mixed together with fresh lime juice.
Why do I need to post a recipe, anyway?
I would take photos around the house, but god this house is a mess. And it doesn't look like how I want it to.
It's too dark to take pictures of food.
I need pretty pictures to blog.
I need a recipe to post.
Is this still technically a food blog? Does it have to be? Do I want it to be?
There was that chicken paprikash I made. Three months ago.
I want to blog real life. Real meals. Where I live. What I eat. Not a gussied up piece of what I think my life should be like and what I think I should be eating and blogging because that's what other bloggers are eating and blogging. Not just a corner of the table where I've cleared the bills and papers and mess out of the way, laid out a pretty towel and a plateful of food so I can take a picture of only what I want you to see rather than what's really there.
Truth: We use Taco Bell seasoning on our taco meat.
There I go, talking about tacos again. We've been eating a lot of tacos. No one wants to hear about tacos.
I'm been playing a lot of Scramble on my iPhone instead of writing.
Maybe my iPhone can help me start writing again. And taking photos again. And making things again.