A trip down mammary lane
It’s hard to measure a year. I can’t simply mark days, what with Leap Day every fourth year and NO Leap Day on years ending in “00” wherein the first two numbers are not divisible by 4—ie 1900. Confusing.
I suppose I could track the four seasons, but living in the Mid-Atlantic there are years that feel like an endless loop of deep winter straight to sweltering summer and back again, with little in between. Disheartening.
Which leaves me with memories. Perhaps the best way to put a yardstick to a calendar is through thoughtful reflection. The firsts of kindergarten, a young baby’s burgeoning vocabulary, my husband’s brilliant fish tacos, and new friends trusting me with their beautiful and sometimes hilarious rejected food photography.
All of this to say that it has been one year since TasteStopping found a place in your hearts. It has been a great year. So great, I want to give something away. In fact, the winner of this giveaway will win the same prize that Greg from Sippitysup won by popular vote for this photo at Camp Blogaway:
To enter, indulge me with a comment about your favorite TasteStopping moment. Perhaps it was a caption that made you laugh out loud. Perhaps it was a gorgeous photo deemed “dull” or “unsharp” where you could see nothing but culinary beauty. Or surprise me with your TasteStopping knowledge and name a celebrity that I’ve used in a caption (there aren’t many). If you want to include a link to your favorite TasteStopping post, you can. Or, you can simply leave a memory. The contest will run until Thursday, June 17 at 5:00 PM ET, and the winner will be chosen at random from all who leave a comment.
In return, I’ll give you a swanky custom made prize and this highlight from my year:
Every so often in the beginning, I used to enlist my husband to help me with titles. When I received the following photograph from Laura at The Cooking Photographer, I worked and worked to find the perfect title. Having no luck, I asked my husband to join me at the computer, and we visited the post that contained the photo. Quickly we realized that the cookie in question was connected to a distant relative of Laura’s known as Uncle Will. My husband nailed the title and we laughed so hard we cried. Because we are nerds.