Confessions of a Bloghaolic

I was diagnosed with a new desease. So I might as well come out of the closet: Yes, I blog.
Here are ten symptoms (give one or take one...) to understand if you too are affected by severe blog-addicition.

• Your collection of flours has exceeded by far that of your shoes;
• If it's not Himalayan pink salt, you start turning up your nose at it;
• In your desktop's folders the pictures of cookies, muffins and soups poured in small glasses are way more than those from your vacations;
• You're used to eat cold steaks and re-heated spaghetti, because it's forbidden to consume your picture's subject before you've portrayed it just right;
• You can talk all day about yeasts and jams with people from all over the world, whom you've never met and yet you consider your friends simply because you share the same recipe for pastry dough;
• Every time you eat at a restaurant, you feel an uncontrollable urge of replicating the dishes in your own kitchen and your friends can't stop you from shamelessly asking the waiter if he, by any chance, could pass you the recipe for that wonderful souffle';
• You always cook for an imaginary guest as well: the extra serving will be the victim of your photographic manipulations;
• The alarm can go on forever when it's time to go to work, but you don't have any problem to get up at dawn to knead your bread or - even worse - to shoot last night's leftovers, making good use of early morning light;
• Your heart skips a beat every time you see green walnuts in hulls at your favourite Farmers' Market;
• You often find yourself doing strange things, like talking to meatballs, petting tomatoes, begging the sponge cake or dancing with a bottle of balsamic vinegar;
• To you, world can be divided in two groups: those who make carbonara sauce with cream, and those who make it as it should be;
• You take care of your yeasts with motherly love and you wake up several times at night thinking you've heard them reproducing;
• You've tried to make your own bread at least once in your life and you were sincerely moved the first time you baked a ciabatta;
• You fall asleep reading the last issue of Donna Hay and you keep at least five different cookbooks on your bedside table;
• You haven't bought any shoes or bags in months because you're still paying off your new Canon's installments;
• When they tell you that the above tomatoes (THEY ARE ORGANIC!) are defective and full of lumps, you take it personally;
• By the end of the weekend you feel exhausted and all you've done is a couple of boiled eggs.

Greetings from my kitchen.
Sara aka One Girl in The Kitchen