I do believe I owe the world an explanation as to my absent-ness. It has now been over a month since I have posted and I must be a 100% honest with you. I was captured...by a group of vandals...who... wouldn't let me go until I created 100 new recipes for them. And so there I was, in a cabin, somewhere in the woods, terrified, working my chubby little fingers to the bone, thinking only of how I was letting all of my [now 15] readers down. All the while I was only wishing I could some how reach out to them, let them know I still care, that I didn't get run over by a bus or something. And so I cooked and baked and basted and stirred and whipped and then they finally let me go. My only hope once I was free was that there'd still be someone out there willing to read my words and listen to my ideas (and put up with my really bad grammar).
Although there is one other thing I fear: I shall warn you they may come back for me, I may disappear again hopefully not for any longer than this time but I don't know if I can help it; my knowledge is more valuable than I could have ever foreseen.
OKAY, OKAY, I'M A COMPULSIVE LIAR. There I said it I know my story, while being very convincing, is a harsh fallacy I have concocted because I was embarrassed by the truth, which is: life happened, like it always does. I got a new job last month, school got really busy, and I couldn't find enough extra time on my hands. But break has come along and therefore I feel I owe you some new recipes. So prepare yourself I have returned, and while I am not sure for how long, I will return, I will always return.
