spring­ing to life

-- May 20th, 2012 --
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I have a con­fes­sion to make: I am find­ing it harder and harder to blog!  The rea­son for this turns out to be the rea­son for the down­fall of most wor­thy endeav­ors: distraction.

Face­book is per­ni­cious.  I adore it — hear­ing what my kinder­garten friends in Indi­ana and my col­lege friend in South Africa and my mother-in-law in Iowa are doing all at the same time, not to men­tion see­ing everyone’s kids’ prom pic­tures.  I love pop­ping up Avery’s inspir­ing pho­tos of what I’m cook­ing for din­ner and get­ting lots of ques­tions about recipe method.  It’s great to get everyone’s sup­port for a bell­ring­ing milestone.

What Face­book has going for it, and indeed every­thing on the inter­net, is imme­di­acy.  You put some­thing out there, and some­one replies.  Lots of peo­ple reply.

Embed­ded in the web of the inter­net is my beloved new food-writing gig, “Hand­Picked Nation.”  It’s such fun to muse over a piece as I’m rid­ing my bike or emp­ty­ing the dish­washer, then do a bit of research and write it up, send it off and some­times in a mat­ter of day or so, it appears online.  Total strangers from all over the world say “like” and leave their comments…

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