Despite the fact that one of my most enduring (searing?) memories, 36 years after the fact, is of my mother announcing to me when I was 18 that I was the most selfish person she’d ever known, my impulse is to share. Good food, wonderful books, exciting ideas, whatever — I want to share them. I try hard not to ‘share’ (give) advice unless it’s asked for, but anything else is fair game. It’s the teacher in me, I guess.
A few years ago I was inspired to begin another blog with my dearest friend, Connie (which you can find at goodfoodforus.wordpress.com) because I (we) wanted to be able to share the great British recipes we’d discovered over the years. Now, I find myself inspired by a new project — one that’s incidentally also testament to the fact that I’m an unapologetic Anglophile. Poised to enter into the ’empty nest’ phase of our lives, we’ve decided to build a whole new nest, right up in the woods at, you guessed it, the top of the hill — and I feel the desire to share the whole adventure with . . . whoever shows up to partake! (My husband says, “Who will want to read this?!?” My answer: “Maybe no one, but it will be my chronicle of this next great adventure.”)
Selfish I may very well be, but I offer you this, with great pleasure.