It Must Be Magic

How do they do it? How do Joy the Baker and Heidi from 101 Cookbooks, and for cryin' out loud, Molly of Orangette, do it??? Those are all fabulous food blogs, that are well-written, with creative, thoughtful recipes and they seem to be newly posted almost daily.

How do they do it?

They are Martha Stewart to my Erma Bombeck. (Sorry, Erma.) They are Frank Shorter to my Rosie Ruiz (okay, that's too esoteric); they are the Duke of Wellington to my little, short Napoleon. They look so, so good and I look, well, not so good.

I even have a professional photographer on staff who insists that I not worry my pretty little head over taking pictures for my old food blog. Kurt would take pictures of every pot of water I ever boiled if I asked him to - bless him; but when the glisten is on the roasted garlic and the steam is rising off the pasta, I want to eat, not run around the house looking for the best light.

So tonight, with a tummy full of good food from Luna Bella, the pizza joint that we enjoy so much in our little town, I will post this writing and a photo that has mostly nothing to do with food. These are our resident dogs, Minnie and Buddha, who work with me in the kitchen while I cook - always on alert for dropped tidbits in need of cleaning up (read: always under foot). They are wearing flowers to honor the birthday last July of the Dalai Lama, spiritual leader of Tibetan Buddhism.

Life is short. Live, smile, breathe, cook, eat, scratch some dog ears, tell someone every single day that you love them and really mean it. And, if you're a food blogger, don't forget to do a new post every so often, or else your Mom's first words to you on the phone might be, "When are you going to write again?"