acquired taste

the infamous french toast at mbc

Some things have been dissapearing around here lately. Some things have been changing as well. I removed a bunch of posts (actually, I didn't remove them, I simply moved them. You can now find them here.) I altered my bio, header, blog description, all in an effort to shift the focus, or perhaps refine is a better word. Allow me to explain.

When I first started this blog a couple months ago, I had a vision. I wanted a space where I could write about whatever I damn-well pleased. Maybe food one day and fashion the next. Sweet and charming one day, bitter and caustic the next. I wanted that because that's how I am. I'm not one way all the time. Things are never that simple, and I wanted to create an honest portrait of myself. What I realized after a while is that I am an honest portrait of myself, and being a writer isn't about reacreating what you already are. Being a writer, or any kind of artist for that matter is about creating something beautiful by picking and choosing from what you've been given. I've got a lot to work with, but that doesn't necesarilly mean that I should lump it all together in one place. So I've decided to seperate, to divide and refine.

Of all the gifts I've been blessed with, the one that I appreciate perhaps the most is my sense of taste. Not the sensitivity of my palette, or my ability to discern the good from the bad, but the actual, physical ability to taste things. I am obsessed with the way things taste. The knowledge that our bodies can intuit through the taste of things. The endorphins that are activated by certain tastes. The fact that our bodies are nourished through this process.I've been inspired by taste for years, and have often wanted to explore that further. For now at least, this will be my space to do just that.

In simpler terms, I'm turning bitter honey into a food blog. I'm sure that occasionally my food writing, will intersect with my more personal writing, food is after all, can be extremely personal. But I will keep my ranting and raving in a seperate space. If you find yourself missing it, you're always welcome to visit.