Two years ago, my life took a very monumental turn.

{celebrating my 27th birthday last weekend with two of my bestest}
I started this blog. Two years ago…today.
And then a bunch of other stuff started happening. Really, really good stuff.
I started to figure out what it is that I’m truly passionate about. And everyday since, that passion has grown into something that blows my mind. I’m more sure about a lot of things. Who I am. What I want out of life. Important things. I even got a job out of it. A job involving me getting paid to play in recipe-land all day. NBD.
I can’t begin to express my gratitude for all of this. Most of all, I want to thank you for reading. If it weren’t for you, this would be a rather lonely party, wouldn’t it?
Last year, I thanked you on my blog’s first birthday over a cocktail. Appropriate, yes – but let’s face it: I cocktail more often than not. Ordinary wasn’t going to cut it. And I certainly wouldn’t think of putting you through the torture of another one of these self-indulgent situations anytime soon. I thought about sharing my absolute favorite recipes, as that’s a question I get a lot (this is usually my answer) but there were too, too many. What can I say? I like the food I cook.
Instead, I want to know more about you. And I would love to know more about what you want to see on this blog.
Long-time readers know that I used to post about a lot of things – things other than food. (And yes, other than cocktails, too.) I used to post about fashion…and workouts…and silly things like my latest CVS obsessions. There were tiny bits of travel; there were curling iron tutorials. I thought about doing restaurant reviews, because I did a few while freelancing for a local publication – and I liked it.
I wish I had the time to write about all of these things, but the fact of it is, I like to cook. So much so that I constantly have a small army of recipes backed up in the depths of my draft folder, many of which I am fighting the seasons to get the dang things to you before it’s too late. You don’t want to hear about roasted butternut squash in the heat of summer, and I don’t want to talk about it then. Because at that point, I’ll be onto the next – i.e. the 239 tomato recipes bookmarked in my precious Google Doc spreadsheet categorized as “summer”, all ready-and-waiting to be tried and fiddled with and posted, if they’re worthy.
Just kidding. Kind of.
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