Oh goodnight. I just about ran right through my two year blogiversary. I feel like Internet years work a little like dog years because so much has changed since then. Mostly me and mostly as a direct result of this little site's existence (career, romance, friends, travel, pastry skillz).
I don't much know what to say on such a momentous occasion. I had something and then forgot it. It was going to be profound and moving yet levitous. Blame the Mucinex.
I'm fighting off a flick of sick but tonight, in honor of cell phone pictures and not-quite-boyfriends and concerts and first-real-jobs and health kicks and butter kicks and Mary Tyler Moore moments and HoneyCat and pies that spring eternal and dinner parties that go well into the morning, I will cook. In honor of the beginning.
I am making matzoh ball soup and a mushroom spinach quiche. I will toast to you with warm apple cider spiked with Emergen-C and cat hair on my apron. Maybe I'll put on some lipstick.
Extra Credit: If you're at all interested...I've been cataloging food photos on Flickr. I'm thinking about changing the look up around here and that will require me to choose a few for a new banner. If you find one you like...one that looks like what you've come to know as the tasty, flighty, zippy, messy pile of frizzy affection at To Kiss the Cook...would you leave a link to it in the comments?