Some of you may have noticed the extremely quick switch/switchback with my domain this week. And anyone who follows me on Twitter (what? you’re not? well… here.) knows that I’ve been having a rather hectic week what with the whole, are we switching, are we not, business.
As of right now, thanks to the support of some friends I made on this very blog (sometimes, it’s funny how things work out), I’m working on keeping my old domain. Like so many of you out there, for me, this blog has become a lot more than what I intended it to be. I went through some of my old archives as the week progressed, and I read some of my first posts. The very first, as the name suggests, was about Kumatoes and using them to make a very simple bruschetta. That’s really all I wanted to do when I started this whole business: find good food, no matter how simple, and share it with whoever might be listening.
I’ve come a long way since then. I’ve gone from someone who was far from computer savvy to someone who can spend an entire afternoon typing in html and who creates Facebook groups for a blog. The site has been redesigned. I’ve learned how to take better pictures (not to mention found the macro setting on my camera). I’ve taken some giant leaps and challenges, like baking French bread. I’ve gone through a lot of changes: two moves, one to Toronto and one to Paris. I’ve moved past typical Italian cooking, my comfort zone, to try recipes from as far as India, Jordan and Korea. I’ve tried hundreds of recipes, something I’m just now discovering the extent of as I build a recipe database to make it easier for all of you to find the ones you love.
Of course, it’s not just about the food. We all know that. This blog has also been around for a death (one I didn’t talk very much), that of my grandmother. My grandmother wasn’t a cook: my father liked to wax poetic about the various ways she could kill a roast. But my mother was always sweet in reminding him that she did have a few dishes she could make, one with green beans, and even if she wasn’t cooking, visits to her house were always punctuated with food prepared with love, even if it was prepared by a neighbor or the jolly Italian man who ran the pork store.
I used this blog to communicate other losses: I broke up with one boy and met another. Friends have come and gone… hell, I have come and gone, what with my obsessive moving.
And through it all, this blog, Tomato Kumato, and the people I’ve met here, have been around. And for that, I am eternally grateful.
I’ve become so obsessed with new things recently that I’ve forgotten what the purpose of this blog was. And so, without further ado, I present my breakfast.
For about a week, the supermarket has been having a massive sale on strawberries: 500 grams of Spanish strawberries for two euros. I know it’s still expensive, but I can’t get enough of them.
My favorite season changes with… well… the seasons. I love the beginning of a new season, and as the sun threatens to creep out every day, my thoughts turn to spring and summer and fresh, fresh things. Like these strawberries, which I eat with just a little bit of sugar and fromage frais.
Thank you so much to all of you out there who have let me share my foodie adventures with you so far. I hope you’ll stick around!