I have a love/hate relationship with blogs. Part of me wants to think of this space on the Interwebs as a book. I'll have food experiences, jot them down, then immediately post once I get home. But life gets in the way doesn't it? Sometimes they make it up here, sometimes they languish in my little frayed-around-the-edges-notebook lying at the bottom of the chasm that is my purse. Then sadly, I forget them.
Inevitably though, something will happen to remind me of a great story lying in limbo and I'll think, "Damn, I should've written about that! That's a GREAT story, why didn't I write about that?" Smack self in forehead. My linear mind wants to write them all down one by one, as they happen. Pretty little food stories all in a row. But my real mind jumps around. I remember certain things, forget others - only to remember again in a flash much later when I'm lying awake at 3am. Or doing laundry. Or listening to the radio. Which I guess is what a blog does, jump around, offer some insight into how a person's mind can work.
Just back from Georgia and getting back into the Cville food scene. There's a lot happening! While I try to fit my mind around it all, here's a food story from Colorado. Because when there's a chill in the air, I start to think about ski food...
