And so, here we are again. The same, but slightly different. After five-year hiatus, I have resurrected my blog. Well, a new blog which will probably be much like the old one. Random musings; pictures of my lunch; lots of lists; questionable punctuation.
One of the things that led me to stop writing last time was the self-imposed relentlessness of doing and then writing about what you're doing. Ad infinitum. A madcap cycle of increasingly unfeasible ideas and ill-fated attempts at things. Followed by the slightly overwhelming feeling that I really should blog about it all And often failing. As evidenced by the numerous unpublished blogs I found sitting there when setting up this one.
And although I do feel like the wider world has missed out on pictures of my majestic fish finger sandwich on a crusty homemade loaf from a recipe in Cook, Eat, Repeat - liked on Instagram by Nigella herself - this is a new beginning. Unencumbered by any pressure to post or any particular thing to post about. Although I already have far too many ideas in my head that I can ever get down on paper....
This time I want to try and stick at it with some regularity but, most importantly, to enjoy it again. And, while I may lack in the callow enthusiasm I had when I first started blogging this has, hopefully, been replaced with a worldly-wise realism. Oh, and I can confirm I still very much like eating and drinking.
You can still see all my previous food-related posts at Pies and Fries - abandoned like a less mysterious, but tastier, version of the Mary Celeste – but I will be posting new updates here. NB I will be clinging on to my love of a dash, Despite AI’s attempts to hijack it and insert into everything, I was randomly employing it first; see also the semi colon.
Whilst this is a new start, there’s always time for a quick reprise. When I stopped posting in Dec 2020, I had almost completed posting about my #cookbookchallenge. An arbitrary attempt to cook from one of my cookery books each week throughout 2020. Well, if you weren’t following along on Instagram, I can now reveal that yes, I did complete it. And I enjoyed it so much that I decided to resurrect it for 2026.
Which is one of the reasons I wanted to start blogging again. An Instagram caption just won’t cut it when you want to muse on the technicalities of making walnuts and lentils taste like spag bol; or why your banana bread resembles a bathroom sponge; or where to find tofu knots and garlic chives in the Chilterns.
Cookbooks are rather niche, so I may throw in some musings on other random things. Such as deciding, the week before Christmas, that I should probably listen to all 1001 albums You Must Hear Before You Die, from the tome of the same name. And, as with most things, I have a lot to say about it.
I have signed up to the daily album generator. As the name suggests, that only gives you one album a day. And at that glacial pace The Ewing (yes, the TE is very much still about) pointed out it would take three years to complete. And I am far too impatient for that.
So here I am, a month into things and already hundred and five albums deep. In fact, Leonard Cohen’s Songs of Love and Hate is playing as I write this. And yes, it's come to this, it's come to this. And wasn't it a long way down. Wasn't it a strange way down?
Anyway. It's good to be back.
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