It doesn’t make sense that I’m a good blogger, but a bad journal writer. It’s not that I really want anybody to read this. Actually, when people mention to me that they read something on my blog, it makes me feel funny because in my mind, this is still a little private.

I’m going to work on the journal. A journal is much more of an intimate thing. It’s me. Blogging is… Not so much.

Right now I’m reading Alice Walters and Chez Panisse. So good.

It almost makes me wish I was French.

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