Herewith a drama in one act, wherein our heroine is called upon to give forth on the experience of attending IFBC in Seattle.
Enter stage right. Daily Spud, newly returned from IFBC and somewhat laden down with knives and assorted other kitchen paraphernalia.
Enter stage left. The Anonymous Commenter, conspicuously lacking in kitchen gear, looking put out by this fact.
AC: So you went all the way to Seattle to attend a blogging conference and all you got was (an admittedly impressive) bag of kitchen swag?
DS: Well, no, I also met some great people in Seattle who had funny names, just like me, including The Well-Tempered Chocolatier, Eating Out Loud, Sticky Gooey Creamy Chewy, Simply… Gluten Free, Wild Yeast, Plumpest Peach, Brownies For Dinner, Passion 4 Eating, Pinch My Salt, Phoo-D, Not Martha, Wasabimon!, Inuyaki, Simply Heaven Food, Frog Chart Press …and lots more besides.
AC: Ok, so you went to a conference, got some swag and met some people…
DS: There were some great panels on writing and publishing.
AC: So you got some swag, met some folks and listened to a few chats about blogging?
DS: Well, yes, but there were also some interesting presentations from very cool artisan producers.
AC: Right, so there was swag, blogger-types to meet, talks about blogging and a bit of food production info thrown in. That was it?
DS: We got to meet author and Gourmet.com editor Ruth Reichl. Impressive lady. And food blogging heroes like Orangette, Simply Recipes, Steamy Kitchen and Cooking With Amy. Plus we were fed unbelievably well – did I mention the oysters and the caviar and the stunning pastries and the freshest eggs and copper river salmon and the rhubarb soda and… well just have a look at foodista’s slideshow…
Anonymous Commenter sighs heavily.
AC: So… apart from the swag, the people, the panel discussions and presentations, the Ruth Reichl-ing, the bloggy hero-ness, and the grub, what did the IFBC do for you?
DS: They managed to arrange really nice weather for the entire weekend. It was perfect.
Exeunt. Anonymous Commenter is finally rendered speechless, walks off in a huff. Daily Spud rummages in the swag bag for her knives and heads towards the kitchen, looking for potatoes to peel.