Happy Anniversary To Me

Well, it looks like an anniversary snuck up on me. I’ve had this blog now for a whole year, as of September. I’ve been blogging way longer than a year but I’ve had THIS blog for a year.

I think the very first blog I had was titled, “An American Housewife.” It was when I was a house wife many years ago. I think if I had to guess I would say I’ve been blogging for eight years now. I’ve had several different blogs along the way; political, running, personal. I’ve tried to be anonymous but it never worked out for very long.

So here I am, with my name domain, for over a year now. I’m looking forward to another year.

Thanks for reading.

The Best Thing I Ever Ate

If you are a Food Network junkie like us (The Gent and me) then you probably know the show, The Best Thing I Ever Ate. Well, this is what tonight’s blog post is about.

In 2008, my husband and I took a Mediterranean cruise for our honeymoon. We landed in Rome, Italy (which just happens to be my other dream city, besides NYC) and just landing in Rome could be another blog post all by itself because 1.) I am terrified of flying, and 2.) it has always been my dream to go to Rome, Italy. But I digress.

We landed in Rome and took our cruise ship to four Greek Isles; Istanbul and Ephesus, Turkey; Naples, Italy; and Sorrento, Italy.

I would like to share with you about the Best Thing I Ever Ate. Actually I had two meals that were the best thing I ever ate; one in Athens, Greece and the other in Sorrento, Italy.

This blog post is about the meal in Sorrento, Italy. One of our excursions from the cruise ship was to a little country side Italian farm in Sorrento. Now this was not like any farms you might see around Alabama. No, this farm was compact and on the side of a mountain. They had lemon trees, olive trees, goats, a couple of cows, chickens; which meant this farm did a little of everything. They made their own wine and lemon liquor. At one time I believe they even made olive oil too because they had an old press on the tour of the farm. However, they do make their own fresh mozzarella cheese. I have proof.

This is Maria (pictured left) making the cheese. She didn’t speak a lick of English so we had Suzanne (pictured right) as the interruptor.

At this point of the mozzarella cheese making demonstration, Maria has already separated the curd from the whey and is getting ready to knead the curd and begin the stretching process.

I loved the fact that the kitchen was set up on an outdoor patio. It was a lovely scenery and I did not want to leave this place. While Maria wasn’t able to communicate with us due to the language barrier, she certainly understood why we were all gathered around watching. Suzanne did a fine job of interpreting and explaining the process.

There was one word that Maria understood and voiced at the end of the demonstration. When we all held up our cameras to snap photos of the finished product, Marie held up the mozzarella, smiled at us and said, “Cheese!” We all roared with giddy delight and applauded with appreciation.

Out of all of the excursions from the cruise ship, I would have to say this is one of my most favorites.

This was the finished product and our lunch that day at the farm. Absolutely the best thing I ever ate and I think about it often.

The photo below was our lunch table and I loved the fact that I ate the best meal of my life with strangers. Gives a whole new meaning to breaking bread.

I really wish I could remember the name of the farm and find it on the Internet. But I’ve looked and looked and cannot find it on Google.

What about you? What was the best thing you ever ate?

Snark Be Gone

So, did you hear the news about Gawker and Salon? Their traffic is down and an analyst on the news this morning said exactly what has been on my mind for over a year now. He said, “they are wall to wall snark driven,” or something to that effect. I so totally agree. This has been a topic I have wanted to write about for a long time now. Enough with the snark.

What is snark? Researching Google, the results came back telling me that it is a combined word made out of “snide” and “remark.” I see it everywhere, all over the Internet.

Having to be in close proximity with face-to-face snarky people on a daily basis, the snark everywhere else grows old, with quickness.

This news story, on Fox News, lists seven dying websites. I am surprised they have Blogger listed as one of the dying breeds. The article puts the blame mainly on social media and I used to believe it too. However, being a long time blogger myself, I want to balk at that reason. OK, so I am a resurrected blogger. Yes, at one time I got lost in Facebook and Twitter too, abandoning various blogs. But now I realize this is where it separates the girls from the women, so to speak. I am a blogger and want to continue to write on the Internet, on my blog. So I have formulated a plan to stick to blogging.

Part of this plan to stick to blogging is to drop the snark. I tried so hard at one time or another to keep up with the Internet snark but it was not for me. It felt gross quite frankly. Being snarky is not my forte and it is not in my nature. I have finally accepted this fact.

There are folks out there who brag about being snarky. They think they are clever but it has really become such a turn off to readers. Snark made its debut and had its 15-minutes of fame. But now, the core of people who are on the Internet for long haul blogging realize the model for success; intelligent writing.

Be thoughtful. Write intelligently. Play nice. Snark is so over and so yesterday. I’m glad to say good-bye to the snark.

But Carol, your tag lines reads, “Pushing Sass, isn’t that a form of snarkiness?” To this I say, I reckon you are correct. I really don’t like the tag line myself and I’ve been trying to think up a new tag line. Does anyone want to chime in with an idea for a new tag line?