“Say,” said the little blog. “Have you heard?”
“Heard about what?” said the reader.
“About Project Food Blog,” said the little blog. “The search for the next food blog star.”
“But you’re only a little blog,” said the reader. “A little blog about spuds.”
“Well, yes, I am about spuds. And other things, too,” ventured the little blog (remembering that cakes and coffee and cocktails did not, strictly speaking, have much to do with potatoes). Yes, there were other things. But mostly it was about spuds.
She pondered for a little while.
There were so many other blogs. Many, many fine blogs. Blogs whom she was proud to call friends, in fact.
And yet, here’s the thing, thought the little blog.
There’s no blog quite like me.
That was a very big thought for a little blog.
“Because, you see,” said the little blog, out loud and to nobody in particular, “I love spuds.”
She knew that she saw possibilities in potatoes that nobody else could see.
With a little wave of excitement, she reminded the reader about the potato milkshake that had caused grown men to positively quake in their boots.
And undertaking covert missions in the pursuit of hard-to-find seed potatoes must count for something. If not, the 20+ varieties of spud that she had nurtured in the garden this year surely did. And of course there was a very special place in her blog for the spuds that grew into hearts.
And there was more.
She loved that so many of her blog friends had joined her Paddy’s Day Food Parade, which she thought (in her own modest way, of course) a triumph of global Irishness. And (to be sure, to be sure) Irishness was all important. Here was the place to find boxty, colcannon, champ and much else from her own Emerald Isle. And it would be frankly remiss of her not to mention the folks from the Irish blog awards, who seemed to love her too.
“And weren’t you published in the Irish Times?” said the reader (clearly a reader of things other than blogs). “Why yes,” said the little blog proudly, “yes I was.”
When she thought about it all, it really amounted to rather a lot for a little blog.
And suddenly she thought that maybe, just maybe, she was the little blog that could.