First First: I Hereby Blog

It's hard to start a blog. It's different than when you start writing in a blank book, where you can always turn in a few pages and start on, say, page 3 or 4, so that whatever you put there doesn't seem like it's so important, on the front page and all...and if you ever have a need to "start" that book differently, or find something that should be first, you have those few pages at the front to leapfrog before what you've already written first and write something first-first.

But on a blog, you can't do that. Even if you decide to go back later and add an entry before the "first" first entry, everyone knows and the chronological (chronoblogical? blogological?) order gets messed up and the page gets all wonky... No, you can't do that in a blog. In a blog, the start is the start and everyone saw it so that's all there is to it. So let's get started.

Partly because I'm a recently downsized, returning-to-freelancing writer who needs to, well, write, on a regular basis, and partly because Brother makes fun of me for updating my Facebook profile too often (I'm a writer, there's pressure to have a cool profile!), and partly because I'm newly addicted (nay, obsessed?) to wheat toast and strawberry jam and feel the need to confess it publicly (my name is Tammy and...), and partly because all the cool kids are doing it... I hereby blog.

As for the toast addiction... *reclining on couch* I'm fairly sure it all started when my sweet friend read me the accidentally brave adventures of Mercy Watson, an adorable pig who loves "hot buttered toast," preferably in very large stacks.

It was only a few days later that I first ordered (innocently, absentmindedly) wheat toast at the Double T Diner while visiting Brother in Merry-land. It was the best toast EVER, and it's all crumbs from there.

(By the way, I've already found camaraderie for my lil toast problem in a fellow blogger. Molly Wizenberg, foodie-blogger extraordinaire (of Orangette fame) turned foodie-author, gave me relief when she confessed her own version of what I will no longer call a rut: "I think my problem is peanut butter. I lose all motivation when there is a jar of peanut butter around. Given an adequate supply of sandwich bread, I will eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches indefinitely, to the near-complete exclusion of other foods.")