I am a very bad blog custodian and completely missed the 10th anniversary of The Misanthropic Hostess (I started this blog in August of 2008). In fact, it wasn’t until I was doing some longitudinal statistical stuff (technical term) for my day job that I realized I’d been entertaining myself in written word and recipe for an entire decade. For what it’s worth I also have a hard time keeping track of my own wedding anniversary (though that I chalk up to the fact that TD and I dated for so long before formally institutionalizing ourselves that the actual date of recognition was just a chance to get together with friends and family, wear awesome shoes and eat cake).
For those of you who are new to this dog and pony show, the Misanthropic Hostess started as a way for me to document an attempt to build my beloved alma mater’s Royce Hall out of gingerbread. Every weekend throughout the fall of 2008, as the economy imploded and the world became uncertain, I played with flour, cinnamon and royal icing. Nobody was more surprised than me when it actually came together: Extreme Makeover: Gingerbread Royce Hall.
Unlike nearly everything else in my life, I’ve never had a plan for The Misanthropic Hostess. Other professional and life responsibilities have always kept me from having to take her too seriously. Instead, we’ve enjoyed our casual but steady relationship as the months turned into years. Here we are, 10 years and 400 or so posts later and I find myself feeling indelibly grateful for this little hobby of mine.
While I don’t know where we are headed, I have no plans to end this carnival. If you read, thank you. If you don’t, no biggie. Here’s to another 10!