Who are you that read this. I can see tracks in the snow, but have no idea who you are (unless you follow and then I *do* know that you’ve done that)
I know that Ruth peeks occasionally. And Judy. Matt follows. You poor lovely dears. I write sort of into the void, somewhat uncensored but also reasonable unidentifiably (unless you know me very well) to protect the foolhardy and innocent.
I might just start writing about cooking again…
with appreciation and love that someone, somewhere reads the dribbles in my head