The Prologue

I just don't "blog."

This reluctance to blogging kind of mirrors that of the "badass" in a sitcom or family drama who just doesn't "dance." For the duration of the episode, he'll just stand around with his arms folded and tell his girly girlfriend that he can't take her to homecoming because that's not his "thing." He'll dance, all right, in the privacy of his room, so that we can see that he's not really a badass, but simply a bad dancer borne out of Steve Urkel’s DNA. He’ll take secret dance lessons from his sister/mother/next-door neighbour, and with five minutes left in the episode, he’ll show up at the dance to sweep his girlfriend off her feet.

Much like the leaden-footed badass, I too must let go and embrace this blog thing. Otherwise, a little voice inside my head will tell me, “I’m hungry.” And the other voice will say, “You can’t pan it until you try it.”

But I digress (which will no doubt be a recurring theme here). The guys at Afrotoronto were lovely enough to host this on their website, and because they’re such cool guys, I could only say yes. I think it’s pretty nice that they allow me to express myself in this space when I’m not otherwise using up their bandwidth talking about the second most important thing in my life: food.

I’m not used to having to edit myself, so this will probably be a long and arduous journey. But, as with all things in life, the journey will be made sweeter by the people in it. So I encourage you to post comments and feedback whenever you feel like it, even if it’s to tell me off or to point out a spelling mistake. You know, I’d do it too.

So until next post, I guess I'll be signing off.

Hope you’re still awake,
Christine