This will come as no surprise to bloggers on wordpress.com, but it may to all my BFFs and homeys. I have this inane desire to be Freshly Pressed.
It’s been over a month, and I’ve meandered around blog world quite a bit, hitting wordpress.com fairly often, just checking in for the little tidbits they give us to help us be better bloggers: get an interesting read out there, express ourselves, use the tools they hand out freely to our advantage. I have found great bloggers; really funny, witty, heart-wrenching, insightful, informative, helpful, great people with great blog sites. Which, of course, has the adverse effect of making me realize how un-all-those-things I am, and that I now want to be more like that.
Nothing at all what I had intended when I set a goal to have a blog.
My goal was to cook delicious food and take pictures of my delicious food on these really cool white plates while laughing and socializing with friends, old and new. I was gonna be the town socialite; everybody wanting to come and sit a spell and chow down (in the refined verbiage of rural living).
Being the Gemini that I am, that idea was replaced just about as soon as I thought it with the fact that, no, my appetite was bigger than food. My blog would have to be about all my appetites (well, some I refuse to discuss on an open forum).
Since I’ve discovered being Freshly Pressed, http://wordpress.com/ my whole take on my blog goal has escalated from “What am I going to talk about tonight?” to “How can I be interesting enough to
have creases be Freshly Pressed?” Click on one of those blogs, and one can see why they’re highlighted and held in high esteem, looking crisp and sharp, savvy and stylish.
Then there’s me.
Hmmmm. The little country bumpkin looking for just the right words to draw the attention of the Pressers.
Maybe I should focus more on just one subject instead of a gazillion. Maybe my visual aids (I learned that in speech class) aren’t inspiring. I’m too long-winded? I sound like the nincompoop that I am? They’re going to make me actually work to achieve it? (insert Maynard G. Krebs “WORK?” from the old sitcom The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis)
I may just have to settle on being fresh… or pressed… for time, money, fame.
My Most Favorite Egg Sandwich In The Whole World
2 eggs (mix with a fork in the pan) fried in a T. of unsalted butter, no salt, better flip once, maybe fold them over some to fit on the bread
2 slices whole wheat bread, butter lightly one side, lay one piece butter side down in the same pan after scooping up the eggs with a pancake turner, then plop the eggs onto the bread
1 slice of cheese, whatever cheese you like, parceled over the top of the eggs, then place the other piece of bread on that, once again lightly buttered
flip to melt the cheese until it’s gooey and oozing out the sides and the bread is all crispy.
serve with an ice-cold Coca-Cola over crushed ice