Food blog dreams


A strawberry gallette I made last summer.

I love baking, and I love reading food blogs.

When it comes to the internet, nothing makes me happiest  (unless it’s youtube) than perusing food blogs: whether it be FoodGawker or Tastespotting or Smitten Kitchen, I love looking to see what delicious dishes people have come up with.

I love the writing styles, I love the pretty perfect photography, and the food that is featured… And I adore the desserts.

But when it comes to doing a food blog, I find it doesn’t really come together for me. Really strange,  as it seems a match made in foodie heaven. I’ve tried. I really have. I have all the things: the baking, the writing, the camera… But not the will power. Whether it’s a lack in confidence or drive, I’ve come down to these conclusions as to why I’m not a food blogger:

1. My photography skills. Ok, they’re not terrible. If anything, they’ve improved over the last year. But when you see something like this, it’s amateur work compared to something like this.

You know how they say simplicity is the key to good photos? Well for me, keeping my pictures simple makes it harder. I have too much junk around to rearrange things, and by the time I’m done a recipe I usually think crap! I oughtta be documenting this. Which brings me to my next point:

2. It’s fiddly. There’s lighting to consider, things to clear off the table, good spots to snap pictures… I love a good photo to admire and show off my work with, but the food can only last so long… So long without having to eat it.

3. Stories to go along with the recipe. You food bloggers out there, you’re so good. You entrance me so easily with your life stories, and you weave it so well in with your recipe of the week/month. As for me… I just had a fervent desire to make blueberry lemon scones. (Not that I don’t have any good stories to include of my day to day life. I could go on forever about the dogs in my house. That, and journalism school.)

4. I feel–well… Um… You know… Goofy. Why? I shouldn’t. People take pictures of their food all the time. Completed or not. And they are masterpieces! But pictures. Of food. I could be taking pictures of the dog or the tree in the front yard, not of a melting slab of semi-freddo. However, if I’m going to reach that level of perfection with my photography, practice should be something made regularly. Which I…. Don’t.

5. I find that when I try to use a general theme for a blog (like food), I have a tendency to veer off track. Suddenly, my posts are no longer about recipes. They are about music, books, goofy things I found on youtube. And then five posts later, recipes are no longer the main focus. Nooooo! But the truth is, and it took me a few blogs to realize this, I can’t just focus on one thing. I have to do different stuff. Maybe it’s my Libra nature, but I get bored with having just one thing to write about.

6. And finally, it comes down to time management. I don’t bake all the time. I bake at a moment’s notice if I have nothing to do on the weekend. I dwell on the perfect recipe to whip up (my indecisive nature at its finest), then take my opportunity. But I get busy. And having something to bake every once in a while is a treat. (When I’m stressed with school work, it turns into a very special treat.)

So yes, I like to whip up food, but no, I sadly admit I am not the food blogger I dreamt of being. But hey ho! That won’t stop me from adding the odd recipe on here. I’ll just admire the artistic genius of other food bloggers from afar for the time being…


Emily Davison

This year marks the 100th anniversary of suffragette Emily Davison’s death. I didn’t really know that much about her other than how she died (famously caught on film), but this video summed  up her life’s work fairly well.

Yes, Davison was a radical (but really, there’s always one for a cause). Yes, she was nuts for even putting herself in harm’s way and causing harm to others. And perhaps, it didn’t do much to change things for women at her time.

Yet, as pointed out in the video, Davison’s death gave the suffragette movement a face for cause. Up to that point, there really wasn’t anything or anyone to give the feminist movement a real push for England at the time.

Despite however idiotic it may have been for her to do, her bravery in putting herself out there ( and with “nothing to lose”) is something I give her much credit for.

It was a small act, but it created waves.