absentee

Dearest roomforrambling, ye old and reliable friend. I apologize deeply for my having abandoned you to the greener pastures of food blogging. I am humbled by your perseverance over the years, waiting silently for me to grace your pages with words. How foolish ye must think me, turning from thee to the pleasures of the flesh!

But I have not forgotten you. I am simply finding my chief inspiration as of late in the edible things of this world.

It seems that the more I settle into my life, the more my need to reflect on it diminishes. I was just telling a friend the other day about my 30+ journals, tucked away in a wooden chest in a Winnipeg basement, chronicling the frivolous days of youth. I am still young I know, yet maybe a sign of growing older is that the happening takes over the reflecting. I know this is vague.

I don't want to stop reflecting, I just don't feel the need for it bursting through the crust of things anymore.

This site was started in a time of great upheaval, great unsettledness. Here I find myself, digging into the best things of life--companionship, opportunity, routine, and food.

Yet I still hunger for these pages, too. These little blips I've thrown out there in the chatter that is our collective "I am here!" Maybe they will find this as a relic someday, when the Internet is gone and all they have are pieces. Wouldn't that be something. The excavation of the ephemeral.

Part of me can't wait.

And just for fun, here's my current favourite picture. I'm not usually a "cute pictures of kittens" kind of gal, but this one is just so atypical, such a picture of determination in the face of the bleak colourlessness of winter. It's my gift to the blog I've been neglecting. Enjoy.