Joining the Twitterarti

One of the things that I've been feeling under pressure to do since I started trying to break into the food game was to have a sort of online presence. Its the en vogue thing for foodies to have a blog and a twitter and a facebook page, and I have dabbled with all before to a greater or lesser extent. Twitter I have to say was a mystery to me. My unused personal account was pretty much a wasteland of barren thoughts, I really could not get the hang of it.

But I thought I really should get on board with this technology for the sake of my new venture, and I am so surprised at how much has come out of it. I live for @mentions and a personal message from who-knows, just someone who likes what you're up to, is like Christmas morning to a (newly) 30 year old.

Yesterday I was back on the markets for the first time since returning from Mission Research (ok, the big holiday) and tweeted the news in advance, receiving an @mention from anpburgers saying he'll pop down. And lo, the man behind the tweets did just that! It was awesome to be able to shake the hand of someone who until that time was merely a sentence on a screen. Not only that but we fed him with our food which we had been banging on about into the ether, and learned that he too was in the early stages of starting a venture in sliders. And he bought some friends with him. It was kind of amazing, like there was a momentum behind the words that were more than just words, I get it now.

Here we are at our first market back:

Do you like the flag? Totally worth the trip to Texas for that, right there!

30 is the New 20

I've been 30 for a whole day now and to be honest I really don't feel any different to how I did the day before that... In fact, I really don't feel all that different to when I was 20. My 91 year old Grandma said that her 30's were great but not as good as her 40's. I hope to have some really fantastic crow's feet by then...

I recently got back from an amazing (working-ish) holiday that culminated with an uber indulgent food jaunt in the States. Having recently started a wee food business with my chap specialising in this type of cuisine it was a necessity, really. We had to. California, Arizona, New Mexico, Texas and New York were thoroughly munched through all in the name of research, and by jingo did we do some research! Anyway I'm back now and Reality states in its small print that the cosmic wonder-bubble of 'going on your holidays' must come to an end eventually, when the money runs out. One must get back to one's day job.

And Reality stops for no man (or woman, bloody sexist saying). Not to be made giddy by the weight of a post-landmark-birthday hangover, the guilt of the self-employed that is almost Catholic in its magnitude lays heavy in my mind. Industry continues and a small food business I shall build!