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Borough Market Loot by Bombay Foodie

So you know I went back to school last year. At first, I tried to keep up with the blogging. But as life got busier with classes and assignments, I found it hard to keep up with the social aspects of blogging I so enjoyed - visting other blogs, chatting with other foodies both online and in real life. Eventually, I found it impossible to even update the blog regularly and rather than keep up a half hearted effort, I stopped blogging completely a few months back.

Now that poses a few problems. Like, on days like today, when I come back from my favourite farmers market in London. And I want to share the excitement, the marvels that Borough Market offers - fresh pasta, sourdough bread with a lovely goat cheese, gorgeous rhubarb and wild blue mushrooms I've never seen before. And a tart au citron baked by two French home bakers just this morning.

Then there's another, bigger problem I've had with not blogging. For the past five odd years, this blog has been a place for me to store recipes.And then a few months back, I baked this caramel apple cake, inspired from a recipe I saw on some website. But I didn't blog about it and now I can't find the recipe - and they were such good cakes too!

Not wanting to lose any more good recipes, I am back to blogging. I may not be here every day or every week, but I will make sure to come back and tell you about exciting foods and recipes that come my way. Stay tuned!

Comments

Pinky said…
Hey Simran,

Its good that u have decided to blogging regularly..cant wait for ur next recipe post..
Anonymous said…
So excited u r back to blogging :). Loved ur recipes.
Srivalli said…
Simran, it's good to know you decided to come back share with us...:)..don't worry I will be here to read them for sure! your take away from the market place is too tempting, so keep going!
Swati Sapna said…
Hey Simran! Welcome back :) We all go through these phases of not blogging... and honestly its not that bad a thing. I feel it just shows that ur leading a full life with so much else happening and keeping you busy! So yes, you shd feel free to blog exactly whenever and however you like :) And trust me, you will always find ur readers... Good luck!

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