Why, you may wonder, are you reading this blog? Well, on this end, it's "Why, I may wonder, am I writing this blog?" Well, credit Julie and Julia (great movie - likely to spawn tons of wannabe blogger-writers. Like me. Don't like it? Move on to the next one). To answer this, here's the flour, in its raw form. I transfer about 5 lb aliquots to a large Rubbermaid container (because 25 lbs of flour is REALLY HARD to manipulate in a kitchen the size of a mousetrap). Since I made the trip to get the stuff, I decided I wanted to remember what I had done with it. My first approach was the Post-It on the lid of the container - a quick note about what I made, along with the date. Straightforward, but not very entertaining. So, with the infinite storage space of the internet, I decided to try this blogging thing. In this age of all things digital, its trivial to shoot a pic, pop it up here, and write a couple of maudlin sentences about whatever is I manufactured, and get on with my day. So, my question to myself is answered. The question I posed to you still stands...
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
The flour (part two) OR the point of this blog
Why, you may wonder, are you reading this blog? Well, on this end, it's "Why, I may wonder, am I writing this blog?" Well, credit Julie and Julia (great movie - likely to spawn tons of wannabe blogger-writers. Like me. Don't like it? Move on to the next one). To answer this, here's the flour, in its raw form. I transfer about 5 lb aliquots to a large Rubbermaid container (because 25 lbs of flour is REALLY HARD to manipulate in a kitchen the size of a mousetrap). Since I made the trip to get the stuff, I decided I wanted to remember what I had done with it. My first approach was the Post-It on the lid of the container - a quick note about what I made, along with the date. Straightforward, but not very entertaining. So, with the infinite storage space of the internet, I decided to try this blogging thing. In this age of all things digital, its trivial to shoot a pic, pop it up here, and write a couple of maudlin sentences about whatever is I manufactured, and get on with my day. So, my question to myself is answered. The question I posed to you still stands...
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