I am a blogger. If you are reading this, then there is a high chance you are too. If not (hello mum!) then you're probably a friend of mine, or someone I know through other blogs. However I know you, you're here and you're reading this blog.
I swear to god, I have a point.
I'm not sure how many of you know of the recent twitter dispute that happened between a highly regarded Michelin star chef and an amateur blogger. I won't name names, or link up, most of you probably saw it in the news. I think it's unfair to saddle either with more negative press.
An amateur blogger, not unlike myself, wrote a review (that was fairly nice) about a meal he'd had at a restaurant. The only thing he'd written negatively was the starter. The chef, seeing this, went to twitter and started a tirade of abuse at him which over the last day turned into a full scale war of words in which everyone stuck their oar in.
I don't know, and couldn't be bothered to read, any further into it, so I'm not well researched, but I'm guessing there is two sides to the story, and both are probably in the wrong.
What I did see on the news article, was a little comment about how annoying and pretentious all food bloggers were, thinking they 'were all that' when they were nothing. Underneath, quite a few people were joining in and agreeing.
The bittersweet irony in that unprofessionally written comment, making a judgement on a whole group of people, whilst sitting comfortably behind a screen.
So do I rant and rave and shame these people? No. I just choose not go to their blogs. Simple as that. It's their opinion and they are entitled to it. I wouldn't judge every other blog/website I come across because of one bad egg. Some people just have to let every opinion they think be known. To everyone. To judge them for that wouldn't make sense.
Saying that, 100% of the blogs I follow and enjoy are from women & men who enjoy cooking and want to share that passion with like minded people. Some earn a tiny bit of money from it. Others find friendship and gain experience and knowledge from this community.
These blogs are written by real people, it's like opening up a families recipe book and gaining an insight into how they came to be. The pies may be wonky, the bread may be a funny shape, the pictures might not be professional, but it's personal and enjoyable to read. Bloggers intertwine their daily lives and knowledge into their writing and most of the time it's hilarious, or endearing. When you hear the story behind a recipe, it comes alive.
From reading other blogs I learnt how to properly carve a chicken. I learnt about different cultures. I was introduced to new family members. I found out finally why baking beans existed. I learnt conversions and felt the festiveness of other countries traditions by their celebrations posted in my feed. I got fantastic meal ideas. I got a helping hand in feeding my veggie friends. You name it, it's a big foodie support system.
No, not everyone is going to agree with everyone, but as far as I'm aware, my food blog is mine to share and I've really enjoyed writing it and discovering other people's ones too. I'm not here to belittle anyone, and I'm certainly not fooling anyone into thinking I'm a trained chef.
It's an outlet. My own little wonky recipe book.
If people don't like it, or think I'm a pretentious know-it-all, they all they have to do, is click that little x in the corner and I'll be gone.
In the meantime, I leave you with my paupers dinner. the freezer stock has come out of retirement as it's 2 weeks to payday and I'm very low on funds.
Everything in the dish was made from things from my pantry, leftovers & freezer stock. The pork I used was from a leftover meat from slow cooked pork loin in cider recipe I'd tried out the day before.
I could eat this right now. I'm so hungry!
Not the best pictures I know, but it gets dark so early now.
Done. Easy peasy pudding 'n' pie!
To end on a positive note, here's a smiley picture of me and my families dog, we were dog sitting him this week because my parents are enjoying a well deserved holiday. I miss living with him, but our dog Genna certainly didn't! Was fun to have him around for a few days.
Here's them together =]