Ok, so I know that this is at least the third time that I have started a blog. But please, don't give up on me just yet.
After hearing about Smitten Kitchen again and again from friends, family, and the random street friends I always seem to make, I finally checked out her book. And it ROCKS! It has beautiful pictures, snarky writing, and creative+easy recipes. So, I know that I am a little late to the Smitten Kitchen fan club, but after finally getting the book and the spending the night pouring through it, my blood runs fiery with inspiration, creativity, and hope, once again. I mean, this lady has the dream job--cooking whatever suits her fancy, then writing about it, all while getting to be at home and take care of her little.
So, seeing as that is basically my dream job, I am here to create my own "smitten" future. Except the obvious difference--Me. I am probably not as snarky, or as obsessive, and I won't be sticking straight to recipes either. I promise to deliver stories, paintings, poems--If I could send you all feathers or flowers or even golden leaves from our gritty streets I would. I would love to publish your stories/paintings/feathers, if you send me some.
This blog is about miracles and deep breaths. It is about awkward moments and secret exchanges. It is about newborn babies feet and the way the sun shines at 4pm on Bodega Bay. Mostly though, it is about magic.
I hope this finds its way under your door, into your pocket, slipped through your mail slot, or whispered in the wind. I hope the full moon tonight takes you by surprise and replenishes your soul.
Mostly though, I hope you believe in magic.
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