A Moveable Feast

The day has come.

Do you remember the day I said wasn't going to come without fire and brimstone? Without a court-ordered forbiddance? The day that wasn't going to end with me backing down to some overzealous housewife with nothing better to do than unnecessarily harrass a 6-month-old BLOG (!) out of fear that it will somehow jeopardize the mom-and-pop business she's running out of her garage...that day? That day has arrived. Some things are worth fighting for...love, life, possibly a pair of vegan boots marked down 70%, but not blog names or internet domains.

I have grown incredibly tired of the daily soap-opera induced drama and the delusional ego trip of a woman with no legal claim to the words in question, and I'm ready for it to end. I surrender.

All of this negative energy is having a nasty effect on my kitchen and my mood. This used to be a sunny, happy place where we could come and discuss cake, and soup, and little gay men named Papi who infected us with the nastiest flu known to man. Now it is covered with the dark clouds of Dallas* and her self-importance. It's so gloomy and oppressive around here that I find myself lately not even wanting to write or cook, and that's the last the straw. A few bad dishes, okay, perhaps I was distracted. A funky mood, nothing a little wine can't cure. But, no desire to write? Take out food again? Call the waiter and get the check, because we are done here.

I'm going to a friendlier, thoroughly copyrighted, and Dallas*-free atmosphere where we shall continue our discussions on cake, soup, and little men named Papi and dare anyone to threaten the peaceful existence of this blog again. Won't you come along? There's cake waiting :-)

I have decided to keep this site alive, but inactive, in case you ever need anything on it or want to stroll down memory lane.

See you soon :-)

~christy

*names have been changed to protect the ignorant.

Check back to this post in a couple days for a link to our new home, and that cake recipe.

The Fine Print:

**A Moveable Feast is a book by Ernest Hemingway. It's pretty awesome. You should check it out.

***image borrowed from www.herohill.com

**** it should be noted that I in no way oppose housewives, mom-and-pop businesses, or running a business from your garage.