Today, I have seriously considered changing the tag-line of my blog.

Several reasons.

First, I love my blog, but the pressure of having new recipes multiple times a week is -at this point in my life and career – very challenging.

Second, I have been loving the outlet of writing my meandering thoughts, but if anyone (…Bueller?… Bueller?…) is checking in to get new recipes or dinner ideas, even I’d advise them to check out my favorites, because those sites are consistent with their content.  (Name dropping ~ IowaGirlEats.com, KathEats.com, SmittenKitchen.com).

The true nature of my blog?  The ramblings of a non-single working girl.  “Working Girl” in the Melanie Griffith/Harrison Ford/Sigourney Weaver 1980’s movie way, not the working-a-corner-in-heels-and-fishnets-kind-of-way.  (I would hope that was fairly obvious, but if not, let me assure you, it should be).

I have a lot of things on my mind, and they’re not all food related.

It’s not that I am not enjoying cooking.  And sharing fun recipes I find.  I totally am.  But since July, when my work world completely shifted gears, I went from having a lot of time, to very little at all.  And for me, right this moment, it’s more about finding that balance of life than being the next Martha.

So here I am, confessing that I started down this path with true and pure intentions.  But as my ‘baby’ has grown, she has sprouted her own wings, and guided me a bit.  During my day, when I have a true conundrum (one of my favorite words, just ask Eli) or something strikes me as odd … or even when something makes me stop and re-examine my whole thought process ~ I want to share those things here, because I have a voice, and sometimes it’s nice to daydream about being heard (or read!).

Nothing is really changing, I’m just expanding my range a bit.   “In the Kitchen” will stay ~ I’m not going to stop cooking!  And of course, every working person should appreciate a good glass of vino at the end of a long day, so “In Vino E Verita” is totally a keeper.  But there are more things, so I’m going to just keep walking down this path, and exploring a little every now and then.

Having just spent a good hour giving myself a serviceable French pedicure (work lunch on Thursday that will require heels … and the shoes that match the outfit I’m planning have peep toes, so polish is required), I am going to down the last swig of white wine in my glass, kiss the man good night, and slink away into bed.  This girl has tired eyelids (not surprising, as it happens pretty much every night).

As a post script, I also did 3 miles again today, and while my body is not all thatpleased (I also spent most of my dad speed-walking around the city, attempting to cross some very important things off my to-do list), I myself am pleased.  Work, check.  Gym, check.  Pedicure, check.  Home-cooked meal …eh, erm, well …. not so much tonight.  Zoinks.  I guess if I only needed five hours of sleep, things would seem easier, but I’m a ‘minimum seven’ kind of gal, and as 5.47am will be here before I know it, I’m not going to feel any more remorse.

Goodnight!