Today marks day 730 on this blog — two full years of writing, sharing and experimenting.
Some days it feels surreal; other days I can only get words down after a drink or two. Either way, I’ve stuck with it.
In these past 24 months I’ve written about everything from movies to food, confessed my laziness more than once, and mentioned my husband’s odd little obsession with Scorsese.
Looking back at the early posts makes me smile — the photos were raw, the voice was unpolished, and I was figuring things out as I went.
I’m proud that I’ve stayed true to myself. I haven’t “sold out,” even if there are a few sidebar ads I don’t fully understand.
My photography has improved over time, but I’ve never removed a post just because some readers didn’t like it. If I was upset about criticism, maybe I stewed about it for a while — but I kept the content up.
There’s a simple truth about blogging that’s easy to forget: it’s not a numbers game. The most meaningful part is being authentic, sharing what you love, and showing appreciation for the people who read and comment.
I’ve spent more hours in the kitchen than I can count and plenty of time behind the computer in a bad mood, but your comments — the kind ones and the funny ones — keep me going. Some of the messages are sweet, some make me cry, and a few are a little creepy.
From pancakes and chicken to unexpectedly blue salsa, you’ve encouraged me to try things I never thought I would. You even got me to eat more vegetables — a personal victory I swore I’d never claim.
If you ever drop by, I’ll feed you until you can’t eat another bite, and I’ll make a dessert that’s worth the trip.
I’ve made muffins, pasta, waffles and more, and sometimes I know I repeat myself or get carried away with silly phrasing. I’m admittedly obsessed — sugar tends to do that to me — but it’s part of the charm.
Every now and then I get sentimental: your support makes me genuinely happy. Even on the days I’m short-tempered because a cake didn’t turn out right, reading your messages lifts my spirits.
I can’t overstate how much joy this blog brings me. It might sound cliché, but it’s true: this site wouldn’t be what it is without you — the readers who tolerate my rambling and celebrate the delicious chaos.
Thank you for visiting morning and night. You brighten my days and make this whole thing worthwhile. If only I were a few inches taller — then I could stop wobbling in heels that terrify me.