Just finished reading "Julie and Julia: 365 Days, 524 Recipes, 1 Tiny Apartment Kitchen" by Julie Powell. Yes, it was a movie and I did see it.  But I liked the book and the way Ms. Powell wrote it. 


In the book, which is a memoir of sorts, she decides to spend a year making all 524 recipes in "Mastering the Art of French Cooking"  by Julia Child.  And while she's doing that she'll blog about it.  She gets it done but not without funny and sad things happening.  Her thoughts on the whole blogging process interested me.  And no, I'm not going to try any cooking.  I just like to eat; not necessarily cook.  And from the description of the recipes I wouldn't eat most of them anyway.  Guess I'm just a good ole gal when it comes to food.

Her blog and it's notoriety brought her the book deal to write this memoir.

I had to agree with her about blogging.  It often seems to me that I'm maybe just a bit arrogant to think anyone would want to read this blog.  What do I know or have to say that is so important.  Reading about other people's thoughts and feelings doesn't always appeal to me.  I'll continue on with the blog but with a different attitude toward it.  Maybe, maybe not.