I know what you’re thinking, “Puddin went and had to go blather out another 1000 words about The Voice, probably in a rant about how there’s no such thing as too many chicken wings.” Well, I’m happy to report that isn’t the case at all. Much to my surprise, it appears there are people entertained by the long-winded nonsense I create. An example of such a rare creature is Julie, from Wine Me, Dine Me (in Cincinnati) (one of the preeminent food blogs in the city).
She’s hosting guest posts on WMDM this week, and ask kindly if I’d be willing to offer a word or two on the food-related topic of my choice. Of course, the first thing I did was collapse in a puddle of incomprehensible, squeeful joy, which is my standard response anytime someone other than the voices in my head request I write something. Once I picked myself up off the floor and regained the ability to form coherent thoughts, I couldn’t agree to participate fast enough.
As luck would have it, I’d recently been thinking about how even though the ever-growing population of Cincinnati urbanites—which is a good thing in my opinion, but that’s another post—get most of the hip, trendy food places, those of us in the suburban wastelands aren’t doing too badly either. Maybe you agree with me? Follow that link to find out if my ramblings make any sense to you.
In related news, I’m hungry now.