I'm very sorry that I seem to have given up on posting my regular blogs. I kept this website running as a sort of therapy for myself. Writing every Monday, having that routine, was comforting.
I'm sorry that I haven't done it lately. I know that my audience is tiny, but I hope that those that had been as kind as they were to pay attention to what I was saying will accept my apology.
I haven't forgotten.
I think I'm just waiting right now.
It feels sort of silly to write about food when my country is in the state that it's in. It feels almost pointless and helpless to write recipes when there are children in concentration camps in my hometown, all over the country. It feels wrong of me to keep writing when we're still, still debating on whether women are people or not.
Part of me wants to say that any piece of normalcy to get through is good. Part of me wants to take up arms and do more. Part of me just wants to give up.
I won't give up, though. I just wanted to let you all know that I'm thinking of you and that I'll start writing again soon.