I am working my way through an online business class. One of the modules talks about getting laser-focused on your niche and who you are writing for. So, being the good student that I am, I pondered over this for a few days.
Spoiler alert: it has to do with intentional living.
From the beginning, I knew there were two things that I knew I would talk about in some form or another: remodeling our old farmhouse and food. I feel strongly about being intentional in your life. And what you fuel your body with and the place that you choose (or don’t choose) to spend your downtime is a big part of being intentional.
But there is one thing: I am not a food blogger. I don’t want to develop my own recipes and food styling and photography seems daunting to say the least. I do, however, want to share my love of food.
But that makes sense because –
My life revolves around food.
It is a bit ridiculous that I didn’t realize it years ago. My family’s love language is food.
That is relatively common, though. When a friend has a baby, you might swing by to hold the little cutie and bring a casserole. Or when your neighbor’s dad dies, bring a bunch of cookies and some sandwich fixings.
Food is how we tell someone that we love them, care about them, or are thinking about them without having to say those words because some of us have a hard time saying those things out loud.
But I take it a bit further than that.
A few years ago Jesse and I planned a trip to St Louis to eat ribs and tour Anheuser-Busch. Jesse had a work trip to Kansas City, and I took the day off and came along because I wanted some authentic KC BBQ. A few years ago, we had a California vacation planned (which we scrapped because of wildfires) that involved whale watching and eating tacos.
I didn’t realize it until I read Kirsten’s post, but I also don’t care about cooking, I like to eat.
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