So while I ponder this blog's future, I thought it would be a good time to peer into its past. If you feel like joining me where "Fork in Mouth Meets Tongue in Cheek," then get out your napkin and pull up a chair. I'm really glad you're here.
Lentil Breakdown’s Year in Review (in order of appearance):
I lost my virginity to Tom.
I headed for the loony bin.
I hung with the Crips in Watts.
I got naughty with Giada’s cleavage.
I found a new shrink.
I cooked for the Queen.
I had my first guest blogger (and a cupcake's first appearance here, but don’t worry—it’s still a bacon-free zone).
I pleaded for rich benefactors to support me in my Starving Artist series.
I demystified cute wine.
I got my quinoa photo in the LA Times.
But this isn't the last you’ll be hearing about my blog's existential angst. In fact, I think it’s time to pay a visit to Dr. Sigmund Food. In the meantime, thanks for reading, and I hope you'll be here for my next Lentil Breakdown.
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