When I began blogging about food in early 2006 cabbage was far from a favourite. Loathed cabbage back then; love it enough to be insanely proud of the crinkle-edged rows I'm growing now. Raw cabbage makes really really great salads. Shredded and tossed with other grated/sliced veg and served with a turmeric-and-ginger- enhanced peanut sauce - I just love the stuff.
I love that blogging's documented some of the bits of my life that cooking occupies, love that it gave me an opportunity to explore writing about a subject I had already read far too much about and allowed me to be creative in a way that I'd kinda thought no longer possible. But in and among the copious food postings are the houses we've lived in, the dog and the cats, his (my?) boys (23 and 25 now...wtf?) and, in the past five years, the garden we've built together. Most important of all? Finding out that making pictures is what makes me happiest. What I haven't said among these pages is often important, too: certain posts make sense only to me, and 'though some make me sad, more still make me smile. I've resisted pressing delete up until now because there's so much stuff in here. Like, maybe too much? I don't feel guilty about not posting; rather, I feel I've run out of things to say about food.
It feels right - right now - to let it go.
In late January at some stage I'll delete nourish me (thank you, Lesh, for bravely going ahead and showing me it is entirely possible). Thanks for reading over the years. Cheers! x