Tuesday, 25 January 2011
In November 2009, a certain editor suggested I should give up my career, throw it in to write and start a blog.
So I did.
To hell with pensions and a salary.
And it was this time last year I took a deep breath, downed hot sweet tea and published my first post.
Though the idea of self-publication was akin to self-flagellation, it turns out I like self-flagellation and thanks to my readers, Voracious has reached birthday number one! Though it’s been less about my heritage and more my urban tales, it’s been an absolute blast to write.
Fantastic writers have been hugely encouraging - special thanks must go to the lovely Pinch of Salt and Love and a Licked Spoon who were the first to push me along to be a journalist.
And since then I’ve been lucky enough to interview the gorgeous Rosie Lovell, Franco Manca’s Giuseppe Mascoli, slather on Creme de la Mer and spy on John Prescott for the Daily Express, eat homemade scotch eggs at Waitrose Food Illustrated and write for Esquire and Condé Nast Traveler magazine in New York.
Who’dve thunk it..
So I just wanted to say a heartfelt thank you to the readers of Voracious - I hope you continue to enjoy and keep me on track by letting me know your not-so and favourite bits.
Lots of love,
Sunday, 23 January 2011
Apologies for the absence Voracious readers, it's been a hectic one already, and we're only three weeks in. Keep an eye out for Tales of East London, New York and the usual recipes, reviews and mishaps which will be coming very soon.