“Oh, dear god, she’s pulled out the camera again. Nobody pick-up their forks. Jenny’s taking pictures of the food again.”
I chuckled. The collective groans around the table were offered up with a genuine sense of fondness, despite the also-present sense of exasperation.
“Oh, stop. It’s so pretty! You know I’ve got to take a picture of such beautiful artwork. Artwork that we’ve created, mind you. Hmmm…artwork that we’re about to eat! Yum!”
My response was full of delight, as usual. And in this particular case, full of anticipation of the delicious meal I was about to consume. At this point, I had been letting comments and attitudes like these roll off my back for some time. Food is beautiful. Making food is a pleasure. Sharing food is its own love language.
My friend Laura, a Marketing Guru, looked up at me and said, “You should really start a food blog.”
I was flabbergasted.
“Um, surely you are aware of how many other food blogs there are out there, right?! I mean, I don’t have to tell you about the kind of competition I would have to overcome to get any notice at all.” I was really having a hard time with her idea.
She jumped on my “hard time” attitude and showed it who was boss, “You have such a great perspective. To you, it’s not just about the food. It’s about the beauty of shared time with loved ones. I think if you focus on that in your write-ups, you’ll do well.”
That was all I had at the moment. I knew that I would love writing about food, especially if pictures were involved. But it would be my fifth blog to manage. And I wasn’t really doing such a good job with the ones I already owned.
It didn’t take me long to decide to do it. In fact, I think that I had a platform up and running within 3 days of that conversation. Sometimes, you just know that certain things are so right, you have to give in…all the details will fall into place as you move forward.