You guys!
Yesterday marked ten years since I started blogging. Ten years — can you believe it?
That’s a decade in my favorite place, right here with all of you.
Ten years of recipes, rambles, and plenty of run-on sentences.
These days I describe the blog as a kind of coming-of-age story. It’s not a literary masterpiece or a formal memoir, but I’ve written here almost every single day for ten years. Mostly I write about life, family, and the stories behind the recipes.
Yes, this is a food blog, but long-time readers know it’s about more than just food. I treat posts like daily entries — a mix of recipes, thoughts, and everyday life. I also share shorter lifestyle pieces over on Crumbs, sometimes several times a week.
It means the world to me that you’ve been here. You’ve stayed through awkward posts and big changes — one book, then a baby, another baby, another book — and still showed up day after day. I’m so grateful for that.
THANK YOU. THANK YOU. THANK YOU.
I’ve been blogging since before most social platforms existed: before Instagram, Pinterest, and Facebook fan pages, and before sponsored posts became common. I want you to know that I would keep writing even if all of that went away. The tools and trends don’t define this for me — this space does. I love it deeply, even though it turned into my job. More than anything, this corner of the internet matters to me.
What I love most is that you’re part of it.
Your comments, emails, and messages make my day. It feels like having a circle of pen pals. There hasn’t been a single day I wanted to quit — not one. I’ve always loved it and always been grateful for it.
I can’t thank you enough for helping build this space, for sticking around, and for becoming my online friends in the best possible way.