Scrambled Blog
Apr 12th, 2008 by Marilyn
Change is hard. To do it right, you have to crack a few eggs.
And I did. I dragged that tomboy blog inside and gave it a makeover.
Pretty. But, did you notice? All the comments are gone. Months of chatter – back and forth, stories and advice, questions and answers. Gone.
Yep, they’ve gone their separate ways, and they’re not coming back.
This makes me oddly sad – like losing an autograph book. I lost one a long time ago, a book decorated with Kliban cats and signed by Judy Blume. My Judy would never read a comment-less blog.
(Are you there, blog? It’s me, Marilyn)
Maybe you could all think hard, go back, and re-post everything you said the last seven months?
Ha! That’s rich. I can’t even remember what I said five minutes ago. Let’s chalk it up to scrambled blog and move on.
It’s good to start from scratch.
i love the new site and look forward to reading you for a long time to come and admiring your cooking, fireplace mantle/hood, and beautiful marble island (can you tell how envious i am?!).
I’m still here. Still not commenting too often. Still getting my mouth watered by your creations.
Thank you both! I wasn’t whining about new comments, just losing the old ones. Sniff. Joel, I’m sure you said some very witty things.
I’m really liking the new digs! I’m also glad to know that I’m not the only one who separates eggs with my (well washed) hands. Forget you, Pampered Chef!
Congratulations on taking the leap to a fresh start!
Your new layout looks soooo good. Did I tell you I have the fiance checking out your blog now?
Oh no, you lost THAT book and it was signed!?!
I had hamsters named Tootsie and Fudge. I think I read all her books.
I did, Jenni. And I waited in line at Kroch’s & Brentano’s for HOURS to get her autograph. I had all the books, too.
Joanne – everyone has a Fiance! I’m going to start calling Greg “The Former Fiance” just to spice things up.
Marissa – hand-separating eggs is the way to go, especially if you have dozens to do. What-ever, Pampered Chef.
You have to feel the food to understand it, one more for separated by hand.
It’s true, food feels good – I like wobbling egg yolks in my hand. They’re like fragile Jell-O. And don’t even get me started on the feel of scone dough.