Like there ain't no yesterday

Hey, it's 2012. We made it!

Since it's a new year, I figured it's time to get back to the business of writing. Google Analytics has really stepped it up, and I've been poring over clatter's statistics today. I now know everything about you, dear readers - like where you're located, how often you're checking the blog, how long you spend here, and how many of you are returning visitors. I guess what I'm saying is I'm basically at borderline stalker status. After geeking out over charts and graphs, I've realized that I have enough loyal readers who keep coming back for more (a special hello to those of you reading from Brazil and Europe - are you really there?) that I need to actually write something new for you to read. I might be inconsistent and slightly unreliable, but you should still visit often. Here's your dangling carrot: I have a new project up my sleeve for this year that you might like. Unlike last year's literary/culinary collaboration that belly-flopped, this is one that I intend to stick with until it's complete. Stay tuned.

In other news, I got some new, super cool gear for the clatter kitchen for Christmas - including none other than the Cuisinart ice cream maker I've been pining over since...well, for a very long time. The boy who gifted it to me sure knows how to tug at my heartstrings (he must be a keeper). To commemorate the new year, I first tried out the new machine by whipping up a batch of fresh lemon sorbet. Holy moly. Please sir, can I have some more? With a new kitchen scale and cast iron skillet to boot, I think I can almost call myself a real cook. I also acquired a Costco container of peanut butter pretzels that I'm barreling through at an alarming rate. Embarrassing. Next paragraph please!

With 2011 now behind me and my laptop in front of me, I feel like I'm back in the saddle...although I'm not sure that I'm holding the reins. I can feel the horse pulling forward and the earth moving below me, but I'm not sure where I'm headed, or when I'll get there. My limbs may be flailing and my eyes might be wide, but this ride isn't scary - it's freeing and exciting. I sense that big changes are in store and good things will happen in the coming year. Most remain unknown, but one thing I know for sure is this: there will be ice cream. Lots of ice cream. If I act quickly enough, there could even be something crazy like chocolate-caramel ice cream with crushed peanut butter pretzels (just imagine the salty sweetness!). While I listen to the soothing drone of my beloved ice cream maker create its magic, I might do some writing too. See you soon.