Saturday, April 28, 2012

Fact: I’m not dead.  The looks of this blog lately would have you believe otherwise, since I took a blogging hiatus and haven’t posted in five months.  But, y’know.  Details.  

I stopped because, sweet Jesus, trying to think of totally original recipes a multiple times each week was so damn hard.  I’m creative, but I’m not that creative.  After driving myself mildly insane trying to dream up new recipes all the time, I found that my brain hurt.  

All my little neurons were trying to commit mass suicide by jumping out my ear while waving white flags of surrender.  

It was bad.

However, I’m bringing back this little slice of the internet by popular request (and by “popular,” I mean “one of my good friends mentioned at dinner a few nights ago that she missed the blog, and a second good friend agreed with her”).  

In the interest of giving my brain cells a non-hostile operating environment, I’ve decided to write about all sorts of things.  There’ll still be some recipes, but mainly I’ll write about things like food, fitness, health and wellness, life in general, and a smattering of some of the random things I find interesting – namely, brain candy like fashion, celebrity gossip (a girl has to take a break from heavy reading somehow), and interior design.  Like I said: random. 

At the very least, my mediocre-at-best recipe invention skills won’t be put to the test; if all goes according to plan, I’ll be able to flex those writing muscles that have been atrophying for far too long.


  1. I can't wait to stop feeling like a failure when I go home to Starla every night with all your muscle flexing.

    1. Chief, this is why I married you.

    2. Don't crucify the carnivore...isn't that the literal translation of your blog title?

      I'm off for a seafood dinner on Balboa Island near the ferry, and will see if I find a recipe for you to replicate.

    3. Aaah, Dad, you silly man! It's a reference to cruciferous veggies (i.e., the broccoli I'd inhale when I was a teenager...while you and mom wondered how you wound up with a teenager who cleaned her room and willingly ate broccoli). Besides, crucifixions are just so messy -- not even my badass Clorox wipes can handle post-crucifixion clean-up. Sigh.

  2. So glad you're back! And I look forward to the posts of your random musings with even greater relish than I did your recipes. ;)