So I’ve started a baking blog. Not to be cool unique and interesting, because lets face it there are many many baking blogs out there, but because I am in my mid twenties now, and I’m trying desperately to be a little more grown up. And my mother-in-law thinks I should, and she’s right about most things. (I could insert some witty joke about mother-in-laws here, but I won’t, because mine is fab. Yes, I know, I’m very lucky.) Some of you may have popped over from my Facebook page *waves hello* I do love Facebook, but sometimes it’s a bit like a fridge, you know there is nothing good in there, but you keep checking it anyway. And I’m pretty sure my hubby will appreciate having his wife back, or at least his computer free again.
There was an about me section I was meant to fill in at the start of the blogging process, and these things always stump me. It’s fine if you’re well travelled, well educated, have won an Olympic medal or at least are quirky enough to get by on just your personality and have some amusing anecdote about why you started baking in the first place. I don’t, but those of you who don’t know me, feel free to imagine that I look like a Barbie doll, have just won gold in the 10000m at the London Games, spent my gap year in Chinese Teipai helping orphans – which is how I learnt to cook, have a degree in astrophysics from Cambridge and have two amazing but slightly destructive young boys. Well, the last part is true.
I’m not entirely sure where to start with the whole making posts thing. Imagine you have a to do list, and instead of doing the jobs on the list, you think of other things to write on the list which you have already done, just so that you can cross them off? Well that’s where I am right now, but I’m sure I’ll get over it. At some point. When there aren’t endless hours of men in skin tight running kit parading across BBC1.