I don't do it for the page views or the free stuff. I don't worry about meaningless scores or web pages that rank blogs on an computer algorithm rather than quality and beauty. I'm not rude to people for the sake of being rude to people. I don't stamp my feet when a photo doesn't get accepted to TasteGawker or whatever. I've never cried myself to sleep over Twitter followers or Facebook likes.
It isn't nonchalance. Not at all.
For me, it's about ice cream tacos.
It's looking back at your first post and laughing at the horrid photo and use of too many exclamation marks. It's about asking twitter what to do with gluts of courgettes* or too many clementines. It's about drippy icing and seeing whether you can cram one more cake tin into an already full dishwasher.
It's about big life things.
It's cake. It's the pickles you make for your dad and the honey ice cream that you make for your mum. It's about self saucing puddings that are truly shocking. It's about love for your stomach. It's about you.
Thank You
for the past four years of witty comments, sage advice and generally being totally sweet
for the past four years of witty comments, sage advice and generally being totally sweet
Blog birthday high five!
(Exclamation marks!!! More exclamation marks!!! More!!!!!!)