Why I am not a Food Blogger

Weekend mornings give me a little extra time making a quality breakfast. My husband and I tend to avoid the glutens, so I cook a lot with squash (and can find some delicious paleo recipes thanks to the interwebs). One of my favorite recipe sites also contains one of my favorite recipes: Breakfast Stuffed Acorn Squash. I use spicy sausage to compliment the sweet taste of the squash.

Now, the very first time I made this, I followed all the directions and baked the egg within the shell of the squash. Feeling a little Martha Stewart-y that day, I also plated it on my hearty Fiestaware plates and provided a side of applesauce. (I think my husband sighs a little when I am feeling Martha Stewart-y, as it means sitting at a table rather than eating in the living room in front of the television. It also means I dirty more dishes than necessary for the aesthetic of a meal and he has more dishes to wash.). Look! Look at the fancy egg in the shell of the squash!

That happened once. Even with my extra free time on weekends, I don't have time for that nonsense! This is now what results in making my favorite dish:

I baked the squash on foil in an attempt to clean one less dish.

Shredded squash shells and a messy pan. Never mind my plating! This sucker gets served in a bowl with a fried egg on top (because the whole baking-an-egg thing takes time and I am hungry!).

mis-matched bowls, because everything else is in the dishwasher.

Finally, the true food blogger knows how plating, aesthetics, and quality photos can really sell the food and food-for-thought. This is pretty much what is really happening when I am working in the kitchen:

cooking is essentially a blur, as I rush around to avoid burning things.

So I will continue to cook. I will continue to eat. I will continue to read about others' foodie experiences. I will limit my sharing about food, however, and leave that to the real food bloggers.