For the Love of Blog: Rufus Turns Two

We kept some of those coasters

By Katherine

Two years ago Greg started this blog after a visit to the North Coast Brewery. I’m not a beer drinker, but I love that post. It’s one of the few that shows his face, handsome, happy and lit. But more importantly, I love it because I can look back at it as the start of something we’ve both come to love.

Like many bloggers, we’ll probably never make money off this little endeavor. We’ll never gain fame or fortune or sell a cookbook. That’s just fine. (Although we do think The Rufus Guide to Eating, Drinking and Life would be a chart topper, especially if we could use this guy’s picture.) Or maybe this one:

Wise men braid garlic barefoot

We do this because we love to. We love having a record, our own little online cookbook, of where we’ve been and the food we’ve enjoyed together. We love that so many familiar faces stop by each day, people who live thousands of miles away, in other states, countries, time zones. We love that we also have found a seat at so many of your tables.

What have we learned in two years of blogging?

Not everyone appreciates anchovies like we do, no matter how pretty we make them:

I ran out of goat cheese or there would not be any bread showing through at all

Icing cupcakes isn’t our thing. Neither is growing squash.

So pretty how the light accents the utter destruction

I’ll keep leaving the hamburger patting and pie crust making to Greg. He’ll keep leaving the desserts to me.

It’s like a funny, brown hat

We’ve learned that the well never really goes dry, even when the lineup starts looking thin, and that there are thousands of ways to mix a cocktail.

Mostly we’ve learned that those who eat to live have it all backwards.

They’ve never stolen one of Greg’s meatballs when he wasn’t looking.

That is cheesy

Or foregone a traditional Thanksgiving to eat this:

This feeds a family of four four times

Maybe their kitchen is never steeped in the smell of roasting garlic and tomatoes.

This is a great example of an unhealthy vegetarian meal

They don’t know just how much better homemade jam is.

Those are the canning jars sterilizing in the background

They probably think fancy restaurants are the only place to mark special occasions.

A civilized person would still use a knife and fork even with the handy bones still attached

They probably always skip dessert, which is actually fine in our book too…

So refreshing

… as long as they remember the nightcap.

Nothing like a stiff drink

Thanks for reading. We’ll be back tomorrow with post No. 707.