I’m pretty sure its a cardinal sin to leave your blog for 2 1/2 months with not so much as a measly posting like: ‘Here, I went to Pizza Express and took a photo of some gelato and dough balls.’ Actually, I think I may have described the actual first cardinal sin of food blogging there. Ok, so the SECOND worst sin is to leave your blog for 2 1/2 months. Like I have just done. But I do have some pretty good reasons why I’ve been negligent, and here they are:
Reason 1. I moved house.
L and I bought a new house – so we packed up all our wordly goods, crammed them into £200 worth of cardboard boxes (yes, they do cost that much) and then had Aussie Man and Van (who are actually Polish, not Aussie at all) come and pick up all our crap and move it into the new house. Moving house is a stressful time for everyone – and I was worried about the effect it would have on our relationship when added to the pressure of planning our wedding (due to take place a mere 4 months later). But it was great! We discovered the ultimate equitable division of labour. I packed all the stuff up, then went to work on the morning of our moving day. L then supervised the move, and I didn’t have to put up with lugging boxes or getting frustrated about the moving men arriving late. That evening after work, I went to Charlie-from-PR’s leaving do, and then caught the train home – the train! I commute now! – and returned to our new house in Dulwich.
And THAT is how you do it.
Reason 2. Sky.
Yes, Sky and their bad bad BAD service. L and I had both used Sky for years. We were good customers – they made lots of money from us – mostly from those Box Office films at £2.99 a pop and all the extra channels and international phone calls. So why did it take them TWO MONTHS to install our home phone and broadband in our new house? Our house in ZONE 2 OF CENTRAL LONDON? Here’s a link to Sky. Complain. Tell them that they’re lazy and you’re thinking of suing them for damages from missing out on 2 1/2 months of one of the best blogs ever. Or something like that.
Reason 3. Food.
Eating London is a foodie blog – go figure – and the thing about food blogs are that they involve food. Writing about it. Taking photos of it with clever depths of field and at nifty angles. And usually, at some point, eating it. When you’re on a crash diet (Don’t lecture me about starvation mode, blah blah blah – just don’t. Not at this stage.) food doesn’t really come into the equation that much. I mean, I could write about things like the crappy little tubs of Weight Watcher fromage frais and Kallo rice cakes I eat these days or I could have L take pictures of me cutting Nori into small squares, spraying them with low cal olive oil spray and holding them with tongs over a low heat flame to make 7 calorie seaweed crisps…but I don’t want to write about it. And you don’t want to read about it. (But if you’re going to try the seaweed thing, make sure you sprinkle a pinch of sea salt on the Nori after you spray it but before you toast it.) And that’s not really what I’m about as a cook. Or at least it IS what I’m about for the next couple of months.
That’s it. Those are my reasons. So unfortunately I can’t end this blog with the pregnancy bombshell that my favourite blogger ever did a couple of weeks ago when she wrote a similar post explaining a recent absence – (Keeping it real) Housewife. (Did I mention she’s my maid of honour? And we live on opposite sides of the Atlantic? How’s that gonna work?) But the good news is that I’ve got a new house. I’ve got a phone and broadband. And I’ll probably fit into my wedding dress. (Look, I told you this wasn’t building up to much.)
So for the next couple of months, bear with me and pretend that you’re interested in my stories about the mysteriously high calorie content of blueberries, or of how yoga is my lifesaver in a world of urban stressors and about how much I love interval training (I hate it. I hate it so much, I can’t tell you). But someday again, I promise, there will be butter…