Food Blog Addiction…

I’m currently addicted to food blogs. I know what some of you are thinking, “Quelle surprise.” Or “Go figure.” But it’s not necessarily like that. On the contrary, it could be exactly that. I’m too busy to find out.

I’m particularly addicted to the ones whose photographs make their lives at brunch appear to be a layout from “Real Simple” magazine. I’m listening to my Robbie Williams station on Pandora right now.  Ladies and Gentlemen, this could mean trouble.

Generally these blogs are written from happy people who live in climates where they can actually go outside and enjoy their patios. If I walk onto mine right now I’ll burn my ass and get eaten alive by mosquitoes.  Plus, it needs to be straightened. My life is not Real Simple.

What I’d like to do is walk into a clean kitchen with several punnets of various summer berries and create a delicious lemon scented berry cobbler encased in an egg-washed, sugar sprinkled homemade pie crust with a scoop of homemade honey lavender ice cream.  I’d also like to make a baked tomato sauce made with breadcrumbs, roasted garlic, fresh basil and freshly grated Parmesan.  I want the windows open while I listen to mellow jazz as the 72 degree wind blows through.  All the while drinking crisp, fuity pinot grigo or white sangria.  And I want pretty pictures of the whole thing. I may rent a curly-headed child to wear a gingham dress and run laughing barefoot through my grass just to complete my food blog fantasy.

I want to cook anything The Wednesday Chef posts.

As you can see, I’m so screwed.

It’s not that I even want to eat all that. Well, duh of course I do. But I want what cooking like that represents – FREE TIME. Relaxation. Time spent with friends and family that doesn’t have an agenda attached to it (i.e., rehearsal).

Don’t get me wrong. I’m grateful for all the projects in my life. I’m grateful that folks want me in their projects. And I did this to myself, so I’m not asking for pity.  Just an afternoon to piddle around in my kitchen.  Maybe in some yoga outfit I picked out for relaxation purposes… I own some pants…

“Bitter Sweet Symphony” is currently playing on Pandora.  Is this some kind of Pandora subliminal message?

I think I should make homemade pancakes soon. TWO food blogs gave me pancake recipes and I think that means that I should make them.  With fresh berries. And toasted pecans.

You know, I think I have an idea. I announce it here:

MY GOAL IS TO RECREATE BLOG RECIPES AND THEN POST A SIDE-BY-SIDE COMPARISON OF THE ORIGINAL vs MINE.

I don’t have one of those purdy cameras, so that should add to the “rustic,” non-professional nature of my endeavor.

Hey, I’m kind of excited. If for no other reason than I might get those pancakes…

I feel I should insert a picture of food here. This is probably one of the only things I actually have a picture of that I cooked.  Get ready people, you have more of this craptacular stuff coming your way!!!

Fried Green Tomatoes