One of the small truths that writing a food blog has brought home to me is that they can’t all be delicious. It’s the tendency of the food blogger to err towards the Martha Stewart, to make every meal lovely and wonderful with bright, authentic flavors surrounded by the sort of blown-out backgrounds that suggest the catalogs of furniture stores slightly more expensive than you can actually afford. White scarves, green fields. Thoughtful expressions, balanced with bright, laughing smiles. Bottles of herb-infused oils. You know, advertising.
This is not that kind of blog.
