It’s not because they’re boring or awful or the people who write them are mean to their mothers. It’s because I want to eat the thing the writer is describing, and I can’t, because it’s just words on a page or computer screen.
(“I also don’t like reading about places that I’ll probably never visit,” complained the travel writer.)
But when I got the list of who’s going to be cooking and what they’re serving for Dig-IN this month, I decided I could kill two birds with one stone (and then eat them both) by telling you all about it. Then, you’ll either come to Dig-IN and thank me, or you’ll hate me forever for doing this to you.
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