Along with 95% of the population, I’m struggling to understand how it’s April already and the year has gone so fast. What happened? Did I fall through one of these? Can it stop?
The challenge of finally reading the books I’ve collected over the years is like, a quarter over and I’ve had a very slow start. I blame it squarely on the fact that the books I was reading were not setting my motivation ablaze, and thus has led me to surreptitiously put the unfinished tomes on the op-shop pile and shrug my shoulders in defeat.
Here’s how it’s gone down (and down and down) so far:
Not Quite Nigella’s Macaron Ice Cream Sandwiches because WHY NOT.
Lorraine Elliott barely needs an introduction, particularly if you’re in Australia, you eat, or you blog. A very talented lass who cooks, travels, loves cake, and tells entertaining tales all day long on her blog Not Quite Nigella.
When I first started blogging five years ago, I was blown away by how professional she already was. Here I was stumbling around Blogger and Google Friend Connect and wondering what a Twitter was, and Lorraine was travelling, eating, reviewing restaurants, and making things from fancy salt she had bought in some exotic country. Her photography was stellar, her recipes flawless.
I was so surprised when she would come to leave a comment on my blog if I had taken the time to visit her and leave a comment. I couldn’t believe she had the time, or cared. But she kept coming even though my photography resembled an accidental pocket-dial film of someone on a week-long bender in Vegas. I’m ashamed to say, internet, that although I read her blog often, I took to only commenting when my own post that day wasn’t ugly.
We’re back in full lunchbox swing here at VMHQ and while these don’t qualify (the almond meal, you see), they sure are great for after-school snacks and Tuesday nights watching House of Cards. Or something.
Last week we drove the Great Ocean Road, me just post-surgery falling asleep in the car every half hour, the little one managing to keep a lid on her carsickness for most of the trip, and our eyes constantly on the shoreline. Well, except that one kid who likes livestock.
I know, I thought the same thing. Why millet when you can arborio? Or even carnaroli? Won’t millet be less creamy than risotto rice? Well, yes and no. But the point is, it’s delicious. It’s even gluten-free, if that’s your thing. If you’re avoiding white rice, then let me assure you, it’s got a great risotto texture. I was both surprised and pleased, then I scarfed the lot.
I know, I know – broadbeans sound like such a spring vegetable! But if you’ve got a bag o’ em in the freezer, and you’ve got plenty of lemon and chilli floating around then you’ve got a pretty gnarly cool-weather dish if you are, in fact, in cool weather.
A couple of months ago an email dropped into my inbox congratulating my little Tumblr blog on turning five. Five! Five years since I made Joel Birch a fail-filled vegetarian lasagana in exchange for designing me a little home on the internet to talk dribble and share good food.
Realising all the cool kids were blogging on Blogspot, I moved all my posts over on March 21, 2010, and declared Veggie Mama open for business. The following year I had a baby on that day, so it overshadows my blogiversary somewhat, although I always have a moment somewhere during that week where I go “huh. would you look at that. This bloody thing’s still around”. And believe me, I’ve tried to quit it. Several times. It appears I can’t.
Sorry, internet. You’re stuck with me.
But it’s not my fault. It’s yours. If you all weren’t so funny and awesome, I’d have walked away long ago only to remember nostalgically now and then about that one time where I wrote a diary on the internet heheh those were the days.
Since you’re single-handedly responsible for keeping the VM Mothership afloat, it’s only fair you tell me who you are. Who is it that reads here, shares these posts, laughs at with me, and whips up veg goodies for their family? Who are the people who never say a word? Look, I’ve made you a cup of tea, the least you can do is sit yo’ ass down and tell me some stuff.
Who are you? Where do you live? Do you hate singing reality TV shows as much as I do? Would you eat a cupcake or a toasted cheese sandwich right now, given the opportunity? Do you have kids? What song is stuck in your head right now?
If you can remember, I’d love to hear how you first found this here blog. That would be fun!