So I don't envy the professionals, or yearn to quit my job and make my way tempering chocolate or raising heritage turkeys. (I wouldn't mind ditching work altogether, but I'd starve.) I find, though, that frequent reading of food blogs has turned me unexpectedly and intensely jealous. Suddenly, in my middle age, nothing else will do. I am going to have to write about food.
I do realize that there is no crying need for another voice about food on the internet. But it really can't be helped. I'm Toast...and I'm delighted to be doing this.