Actually, five years and seven days. But it's close enough.
I started this blog about five years ago on November 16, 2004 during my sophomore year of college at NYU, and my first year in their food studies program after transferring from Vassar College. I had blogged for years before during high school, touching upon the typical teenage topics of how much school sucks and whining a lot, but decided to go the food-centric route at NYU considering that, from then on, my life would become food-centric. In Vassar, I followed a raw food diet, which didn't make for the most compelling writing ("Today I ate 12 plums").
My first blog entry is embarrassingly bad—I chose to forgo an introduction and type whatever food-related thoughts came through my head, whether or not they flowed well or sounded intelligible—but I'll point it out for the purposes of showing how much things have changed since then. (For one thing, in my first post I wrote about macarons, a central foodstuff of my obsession, without even knowing its real name.) If it weren't for all of you readers, I might still be posting brain farts instead of stuff that's actually helpful. (A part of me enjoys the stuff I wrote a few years ago more than what I write these days, but I think that's a casualty of being out of school and working—life has changed. I'm getting old...er. Etc.)
So thank you for reading. Bucketloads of thanks. Giant buckets. FLASHING BUCKETS. I'm blown away by how many people enjoy my blog—seriously, my brain can hardly process the idea, "MAN, ALL THESE INTELLIGENT PEOPLE READ MY STUFF? FOR REAL?" Writing this blog has made my life way better—it's how I made new friends, got my job, made me care more about photography, and forced me to learn more about food. Hell, it even helped me find my current roomate. IT'S MAGICAL. And what I learned over the past five years is that I know very little about food compared to many other food bloggers and food-loving people I've met who are more qualified to write a food blog than I am, but I suppose have less free time or require more sleep than I do. No one has yet to take much issue with my lack of food knowledge though so...thank you for still accepting me. :)
If you need help sifting through my archives (which are terribly organized, in that they aren't at all), here are some highlights, aka "When I Left the Country" (dates do not reflect actual periods of my trips):
- Norway (summer trip): June 9 - June 17, 2006
- Paris (semester abroad): September 7 - December 28, 2006
- Paris (spring break): March 18 - April 2, 2007
- Italy (fall trip): September 28 - November 9, 2007
- Iceland (spring trip): April 26 - June 29, 2009
I visited other awesome, less far away places too—my trips to Toronto, Phoenix, New Haven, Philadelphia, and Virginia are all special to me. But my close friends know that Paris is my monumental "special place" for being such a fun, beautiful city to roam around if you like hopping from one patisserie to the next. (I do. Oh, how I do.)
I'm afraid I'm not very good at converting heartfelt feelings into prose—I do much better with plush toys. If you're ever in my hood, I'll hug you with my giant manatee. Until then, I bestow a virtual giant manatee hug on all of you.