The Start of Something New

I have a confession. I'm a blog virgin. A blirgin. I've tried diaries and journals, but I feel so self-conscious. Besides, I'm not exactly a fascinating human specimen.  That said, I'm vowing now, this time will be different. Anyways, I'm not writing about myself. As the name suggests, I'll be writing about food and books--two things that I love more than just about anything else in the world (enter obligatory nods to my wonderful husband, family, dog, etc. that all trump my love of books and food). But seriously, from the time before I could walk without assistance, my whole life has revolved around the dinner table and the bookshelf. My family eats. It's what we do. When we're happy, sad, celebrating, mourning, or just moving from point A to point B, we have food in hand, in mouth, and usually a little on the shirt. I read. It's what I do. In fact, parts of my family made fun of how much I read when I was younger. Those family members probably won't appear in these posts. However, my affinity for reading has directed my entire educational and professional life. It's why I majored in history, why I decided to get a M.A. in English, and why I took a job teaching English II at a local high school. And now that I work with teenagers all day, a good book and a good meal go a long way toward mending my soul and de-numbing my mind.
 I don't promise to update regularly. I don't promise that the recipes will be earth shattering or that the books will be best sellers. But I can promise that I will be honest. I will tell the truth about the books I read, the food I cook, and how my life is changed by both.