I have a confession.
My name is Meg, and I have been a silent member of the food blogosphere for years. I’ve been reading recipes from Annie’s Eats, drooling over photographs from Smitten Kitchen, and daydreaming that my love of all things cake will someday translate into something magical, like the up-and-coming cookbook of Joy the Baker.
But it’s a scary blog world out there, or at least that is what I have been telling myself.
“Someday you will start a blog, Megan, but you’ve got to be prepared. You’ll need the perfect name and a whimsical layout. Do you know HTML? No? ….well, we will have to do something about that. Don’t forget the fancy camera. And you’ll probably need photography lessons, since you won’t know how to use it….”
And the list kept growing. I went from preparing to start a blog to preparing for war.
Then it occurred to me – this isn’t a war. In fact, it’s quite the opposite – it’s about love — my love of baking, to be precise. And all that I really need in order to share that love with the world are my words…and maybe a yummy picture or two.
After years of dreaming, I can finally say:
My name is Meg, and this is my food blog. I hope I can inspire some baking, as so many of your food blogs have inspired me.