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Its been fun.
It really has. But eight weeks ago, before starting this blog as a class assignment, I had no idea how much maintenance it would take. Like any working kitchen, a blog requires daily upkeep. Upkeep I'm not sure I can maintain in the coming quarter.
This blog gave me things I didn't expect. Courage for every time I clicked publish. Willpower and creativity for every time I didn't feel like writing or hadn't a clue of what to write about. Admiration for those blogger's who make keeping a blog seem easy and reading it even easier. And lastly, curiosity. Keeping my own blog ironically piqued my interest in reading other peoples' blogs.
One such interest developed while reading A Homemade Life. I used many of Wizenberg's recipes for my beginning posts and added Delancey to my bucket list of restaurants to try. So, a few weeks ago on Valentine's day, I took a detour through Seattle on my way home for the weekend. The location itself was a bit of a hole in the wall in that it was out of the way and identifiable only by the small sign pictured below. The window on which it was written also tended to fog up (I blame this for the fact that my accomplice and I had to circle the block several times before locating it).
Please pardon the subpar, cellphone-quality of these pictures!
Delancey's decor was modest, yet chic. And the pizza? Top notch. Even better for breakfast the next day. The crust was charred around the edges, not burnt, but "kissed" by the flame (as I have heard it called). I kept my eyes peeled for Brandon or Molly, but to no avail.
If I hadn't started my own blog, I wouldn't have become so invested in others'. I wouldn't have visited Delancey, tried and devoured Jane's carrot cake pancakes, reminisced the good ol' days of Sharks and Minnows with Kaitlyn, or sat mesmerized for ten minutes watching Bailey paint shoes. I leave you with two things: a piece of advice and a piece of pizza. Scratch that, just the pizza (because what else would a food blogger do?) Though I won't be posting anymore, you can still find me in the kitchen. And with that, the kitchen is closed. |