This blog recently had a birthday, and I forgot to notice. I guess I got distracted by my own birthday. I just this week turned 25. There was a flourless chocolate cake baked by Marta, and a whole week of the most gorgeous NYC spring weather I’ve ever seen. I’m feeling ready for new things this spring. You see, I like to think of my birthday as the start of a new year. It makes more sense to me than New Years does, because this is, after all, the anniversary of my actual beginning.

I thought of starting my new year by making some grand resolutions: I thought of promising that I’d be a better blogger, or that I’d actually start writing down all the recipes I create. But then I couldn’t help but wonder about, and doubt, the purpose of this little blog I started here three years ago now. Back when I started this blog it was my fun respite from a career path that had nothing to do with food. But for a while now I’ve been in this job that I actually love, where I spend every day working on a website about food. And then somehow my own little cooking blog began to feel too much like work. I never stopped cooking, and I’m dying to share everything with you all, but this sitting in front of the computer publishing things online business has become hard for me to do in my precious free time.

So I won’t make any promises for this year, but I want you to know that I’m still here, that I’m thinking about you all, and that I wish I could write more. In the meantime, you can find me on Twitter, and I’ll try my best to be back here more soon. Even though I’m a bit confused right now about what this blog should be, I still truly value this space, and I appreciate knowing that some of you, sometimes, are still stopping by to check in on me here (thank you for that). So here’s to another year, whatever it may bring!