I know there are countless food blogs out there. And I know mine won’t be the best. Or the most read. Or have the prettiest photos. Or the funniest jokes. Worst case scenario: it’ll be the worst blog out there. My mom will hate it and disown me. My boss will hate it and fire me. And I’ll be momless and jobless forever.
A more realistic scenario? My mom will read it because she loves me. My boss won’t, because … why would he? And I’ll read it because I can’t remember a recipe to save my life.
But if you are reading my blog and you happen not to be my mom, then I hope you like it.
P.S. I’m a firm believer that blog entries are always better when they include a photo. Even if it’s just a photo of my trusty old patio gnome.