Monthly Archives: January 2019

Thank you. No, seriously. Thank you.

In the last post I forgot to wish you all the happiest of everything in 2019.

I would also like to tell you that I will be taking a break from Foodie and the Beast so I can start a writing project.

I’ve put this off for a long time. What happens is that when I get the urge to tell a story, I do it here. This has been wonderful–too satisfying in fact. Because the itch has been scratched and the other project gets left behind.

And, if I’m being honest, my voice here has changed. After writing some 350,000 words in 325 posts over the last 10 years, that’s to be expected. What I mean is that I tweaked it, consciously or not, when the readership began to include people I didn’t really know. I worried that a new reader might be offended by a dirty joke (they were). I worried that they expected recipes and would be annoyed not to find many (they were.)

I worried. The writing suffered. I’m sorry. And my voice did change. If I’m being very honest, I think I lost it.

I used to write for Erinn, Michelle, Laura, the two Stephens, Tom, Gio, Monika, Julia, Sara, Nat, Chris, Pasquale, and the kids at Terroni and Maclean’s. You were my first readers who weren’t related to me. Thank you. You gave me the confidence and encouragement to carry on. And thank you to my new colleagues who do the same today.

And even if you were annoyed about the lack of recipes and put off by my occasional use of the word “gunt,” thank you to those who I’ve never met but you read along anyway, especially Connie and Fay, for all your lovely comments.

And thank you to Matty M, who recently told me “Foodie and the Beast was like The Trip before The Trip!” And to Sarah S.P., who works in film and television and believed FATB would translate well in that world, only I was too afraid to try.

Thank you to Scaachi, an excellent writer who used to constantly curse at me to turn these words into something bigger. And thank you Kate F, another excellent writer who many years ago did the same–but with less cursing than Scaachi–and also compared these words to those written by people I admire a great deal.

I may have lost my voice but because of these exchanges, I don’t feel lost. In fact, I feel more excited than I have in a long time to get down to brass tacks; to tell stories with heart and humour. Without FATB, I have no excuse not to. Also, without FATB, who am I? We’ll see.

Good lord, one last thing: Thank you, Simon.

These “episodes,” as Laura liked to call them, would be incredibly boring without you. What would we be without each other? I’d be lost. Maybe thinner though, because despite our different metabolisms, I will always keep up with you at dinner. But I’d be a lost, miserable, ill-humoured, skinny prick.

Foodie and the Beast was never a food blog. It’s about us. I love you.

And….scene. (For now.)

Brown liquor and red wine don’t mix

Well, it was a beautiful holiday. The Beast dazzled me and my nephew Ben with his gingerbread cookie decorating skills, which included constructing a centaur. A centaur!

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