When I wrote my very first blog post leading into New Year’s in 2008, I never expected to still be writing slow cooker recipes in 2020.
I am so happy and grateful and thankful for all of you and for reading and for this weird and wonky and extraordinarily exhilarating life I happen to be living.
Thank you.
The past few years I’ve been haunted with feeling like a fraud and of feelings of inadequacy and insecurity.
The nature of the internet, and of cookbook publishing is to always produce something New and Shiny — and to “invent” new recipes —
even if a new recipe consists of only changing a few ingredients and a new title.
It began to really weigh me down. After a while I started to think: does the world *really need* another potroast recipe?
But I didn’t want to let anyone down — and I didn’t want to be a disappointment.
The pandemic has really gotten me to go inwards quite a bit and reflect on what I want to say and do in the world.
I’m proud to be and to have been “The CrockPot Lady.”
But there is more to me — and more I want to share with all of you and with my children.
I’ve self-published 4 books over the lockdown period and my summer break.
They are: