My friend David is a gem. He fancies me to be some kind of domestic goddess when the truth of the matter is that I just scrape by. "Write a blog!" he says, "You'll have lots of followers." I remain skeptical. Still I try.
How does one go about this?
I take photos of stuff, document moments when I see beauty in the mundane, try and make dinner worthy of being photographed then forget to photograph it. Blogging moment missed. I am however undeterred.
I ask myself questions: How candid should I be? How much should I praise my family and partner? How much should I kvetch about my family and partner? Is this dish, action, anecdote good enough? How do I take photos of myself or myself doing stuff? I can't trust anyone else to do it consistently and well. Denial is a fantastic painter but often his photographic prowess as far as my creations are concerned is lackluster. How do I make interesting salads every night? Actually, how do I make salads every night interesting or otherwise? Should I aim to entertain, educate, or become educated myself?
As I ponder this and more there are fries with garlic in the oven and there will be Gardenburgers with cheddar cheese. Sometimes you have to just get by. I haven't been to the store for a decent shop for ages and our pantry is suffering. We even need olive oil and garlic. This week. I promise.