"April is the cruellest month..."
And indeed it was because April 2010 was the beginning of a twelve week cycle of hell.
Witness, stage left. The Sahara Desert.
This is how I feel.
This is how I write.
It's not how I eat, which isn't any less enthusiastic. It's not how I cook, which isn't any less passionate.
It's simply that my gustatory joy isn't matched by an ability to put words to paper, intent to writing a post, or concern to follow up.
In the wake of last year's losses, all I want to do is read what others write, to lose myself in someone else's words.
So I spend my time trawling through beautiful, wonderful food blogs (see in the links), reading beautiful, wonderful cookbooks (more to come).
And I wait for the return of a muse.