Happy Birthday Blog! One year ago on May 6th, I was having breakfast (Baked eggs in sauteed greens to be precise) in my sunny kitchen in Brazil and said “Screw it. I’m a-starting a food blog man!”. I was terrified to fall flat on my face and have people post awful comments on my page, but I was also feeling so jealous of all the food bloggers I was following. They seemed to be having so much fun. I wanted in on that. I was already cooking so much on a daily basis and wanted to channel that into something that could also involve writing and photography which I also enjoy a lot as hobbies. I of course did not know what managing a food blog actually entailed and had no idea how addictive food blogging was about to become. It really became a true passion and pushed me to improve my cooking skills every day a little more. For the first six months, I was photographing everything I cooked and ate. Even if it looked like meat loaf gone bad. I published recipes three times a week and tracked several times a day how many visitors the blog was getting or how many new facebook likes I could score. I still do that by the way so go like the facebook page here 🙂 Continue reading
Last Saturday, I spent most of the afternoon home alone. Everyone was either at work or travelling, and I realized I had nothing specific to do, which was, for once, not a problem given how hectic my schedule has been these past few weeks. Generally on weekends, our kitchen looks like a restaurant battlefield, with everyone brunching at the peak of midday, scrambling eggs, preparing salads, blending some type of sophisticated shake, toasting bread, cutting up fruit and cheese and squeezing every tiny inch of counter space, our elbows bumping each other over the stove and the floor looking like someone carried out a scientific bread-crumb-explosion experiment on it. Oh man, empty kitchen + me having nothing to do = a combination that couldn’t possibly lead to anything sane, however tasty the final product.