Readers, I’ve been struggling for a while with the question of where this site is going.
Struggling because I have found, as you may have noticed, that I no longer wish to write only about food. Every loved subject must have its own made-up language, a rich set of secret signifiers. This is where the trouble comes for me: food has become everyone’s language. It is omnipresent, the story of our time. It is said that everything worth writing has already been written. I’m beginning to suspect that everything worth writing about food has already been written twice.
I will continue to post recipes here, continue to think and write about food. It’s my story, too. But, from now on, I plan to use this space as a forum for other work — memoirish collages, irreverent experiments, works-in-progress, essays, fragments. I fully expect to lose some of you as readers, and have made my peace with that. This announcement is meant as a warning, yes, but it is also an invitation to join a different kind of conversation.
I am trying to give myself permission to write more, and to do it imperfectly, haphazardly, hungrily, better.
I hope you come along.
bags are packed. i’m coming!
I can’t wait to see where you’re going. Go anywhere! We’ll follow.
About time, Angela. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.
You could write about flatulent fowl or transcendental meditation and I would be anxious to read it.
Thrilled that you’re expanding, and I will be there for every new post. I suspect the yumminess will continue, even if there are no recipes or food porn.
Wonderful! You won’t lose this reader!!
I’m in.
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It’s your space…you should be able to do whatever you want with it. And you’re so right about everything food has had something written twice about it.
One month later awaiting patiently for a change in the weather. I’m beginning to suspect that writing “imperfectly, haphazardly, hungrily” is more challenging than you thought. Or maybe it’s the permission part that you’re struggling with?