My first in a series of regular posts over at the Savory Cities blog. 

Over the weekend I did some looking back at the archives of my blog.  I've been blogging regularly since 2003, and I have to say that it's fascinating (at least to me) to have an electronic record of that time.  Granted, it's only a limited sliver of my life, but it really does bring back all kinds of memories.  I'm sort of a fan of my very first post, back in 2002:  "So here goes -- it's the first posting on my new weblog. Tune in and see what happens . . ."

You've got to rearrange!  Keeping in line with all the changes I've made/am making in my apartment, I decided that SBOM needed a little sprucing up too.  Hope you like the new layout and design!

Our little food section turns four today.  Here's where it all began.  Some of my favorite posts:

• My interview w/Mario;
• Learning how to roast a suckling pig;
• Pickling with the masters;
• Making matzo brei with Marc Meyer and Vicki Freeman;
• Anything to do with foie gras, mostly for the comments;
• and, of course, getting beaten up about eating at per se on my own dime.

My 722 posts, in all their glory (plus one later today), can be found here.

For many in the blogosphere, this article in Sunday's magazine wasn't necessarily breaking news.  Long story short, girl in her 20's blogs about her personal life waaay too personally, girl becomes editor of Gawker along the way, trashing everyone in her path, girl's "secret" blog is discovered, girl quits Gawker, gets a taste of her own medicine.  When you put everything out in public, people feel entitled to pick you apart, which is why I always adhere to strict guidelines as to what I write here.  Sure, I've been writing since 2002 (or more like 2003), and someone who doesn't know me could read through everything and learn quite a bit about me, but not all that much, really.  I always assume a few things about my audience, which generally keeps my content in check:  my parents and family read this, my boss and co-workers read this, and anyone I date reads this.  With that firmly in mind, I post away with my rather vanilla subject matter (see further discussion here and here).

Blogging is good for you.  Then again, I'm sure all the time I spend at the gym isn't so bad for me either . . .

On Thursday, I hit my six hundredth Gothamist Food post.  SIX HUNDRED!!!! 

The people have spoken and I have swapped photos accordingly (see left).  Thanks for all the input!  Am off to the wilds of Massachusetts for a wedding this weekend, but am (for some odd reason) taking a detour to Pelham on the way -- as long as there's Four Corners Pizza involved, I'll be a happy girl.  PS -- went swimming last night after work and made it for over 20 minutes with no rest.  Looks like I might make it through this triathlon after all! 

Someone recently pointed out that he thought my blog picture (above left) doesn't look like me in person, but that my flickr profile picture looks more like me (for those of you who have been reading for a while, you'll recognize the flickr picture as my old blog picture).  I'm not sure I agree with him -- they both look like me to me.  I'm kind of gussied up in the one on the left, and the guy who made this observation often hangs out with me when I look like a schlub and am wearing no makeup -- at the beach, on bike rides, etc. -- I thought this might be the issue.  Then again, it might just be the angle.  Regardless, the picture above is over a year old, so I'm thinking it's time for a new one.  What do you think of the one here?  Let me know in the comments.

I'm off to the beach for the weekend, where, among other things on the agenda, Joe is cooking -- yay!  I'm also going to try to squeeze in two runs and some lap swimming on the bay side of the island.  This may be wishful thinking . . .

Let's see -- just a little catching up since my last post.  I had a few relatively quiet nights this week, believe it or not.  Not too many, though.  Friday night, The Lovely Miss Katie and I tried out the new Blue Ribbon Bar -- definitely one to add to the regular rotation, although not too often, as it was pretty easy to go overboard, both on the delicious food and the wine flights (see the foie gras torchon above as evidence).  Saturday morning, after a workout, I met Dad at Chinatown Brasserie for some delicious dim sum, including my favorites, the shrimp dumplings with pea shoots, pictured above (love the eyes).  Sure, it's more expensive than Chinatown dim sum joints, but it's really worth it.  More pics of all the tastiness on flickr.

After some laundry and errands, I met up with Hugh for a drink -- it's hard to believe although we've "known" each other electronically for years, we've never actually met in person!  He was even sweet enough to draw me a cartoon on the back of my Gothamist card (thanks, Hugh!).  I did some cooking Saturday night and eventually fell asleep on the couch.  I suppose I was exhausted -- I slept for about 11 hours.

Today was Brooklyn day -- birthday brunch for Doug followed by a walk with Bill and dinner at Katie's.  In line with several of my other Brooklyn jaunts, I ran into someone I knew when I stopped in at Big Nose, Fully Body to buy some wine.  And now, I've tidied up my apartment and am going to hit the sack early so I can work out first thing before work.