The first attempt of anything can be intimidating. The first day of school, the first kiss, the first Oscar acceptance speech, the first base jump in a squirrel suit – all can bludgeon an ego. The first blog is no different. What if no one reads it? What if I can hear your laughter across zip codes?
Well, what if. Cooking once held the same fear, but I put on my best pair of corduroys and got down the peanut butter and oats. 8 minutes later, with a touch of literary assistance from my brother, cookies!
Comic book was defaced in 1983 from torn page. Brother was not happy.