It's Been A Month...And I Am No Closer to Any Answer

I confess.

I have not felt inspired to blog here at Be Food as of late.

I feel that I have learned nothing new, read nothing new, and tried nothing new. Thusly, nothing I'd want to share here.

It's been kind of a low couple of months, if you're reading between the lines. I've been in limbo since I got home from the island, and I'm still trying to figure things out. I'm getting closer to the dream, the goal, but it's still a long ways off.

This blog has been great, and you've all be great..putting up with my random kitchen shenanigans. I think, though, I've got to redefine this blog and what I want it to do. What its purpose is.

So, look for an East wind soon. Stay with me, you one or two faithful readers.

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