I really need to stay away from the food blogs, but I can't, you know?

Some of them actually inspire me to take up French again, so I can read the descriptions that go with the pictures.

Some remind me that I have got to get back to San Francisco.

Or, back to England. The range of fabulous European restaurants that were available, even when I was there in the mid-80s, lingers on in my memory. Food porn, indeed...especially on the Passionate Cook's blog, where the amuse-bouche category alone can fill me with lust.

The competitions (challenges?) are a favorite event of mine every month.

I'm hungry today.

I should have eaten my sensible but boring breakfast yogurt before I read these sites. Sigh.

Either that, or I have to stop surfing the net when I'm sitting on hold.