You know how bloggers get asked SO many questions that they simply must write up a “Frequently Asked Questions” post? Well, I don’t get asked questions frequently. Certainly nothing like big bloggers get.
How did you get those abs???
How long have you been vegan/vegetarian/fruitarian/dairy free/gluten free/soy free/carb free/ fat free/paleo/flavor free???
How do you manage to blog, work, marathon race, tend your garden, tend your pony, cook, clean, pleasure your hubs, bring your kiddos to soccer practice, and be skinner than all the other soccer moms there???
Given that I’m very unexciting, I don’t get asked questions very often. Obviously, I don’t blame you. My pony might.
So instead, I give you some “Infrequently Asked Questions”.
There are hundreds of food blogs! Foodbuzz has over a million blogs as featured publishers. Why do you think you are different?
There must be SOMETHING you about you that you think makes you stand out from the crowd!
I think I’m the only featured publisher that has written the word “vagina” and listed a recipe in the same post.
Whats your “fear food”?
What would you like to see more of in the world?
What is your favorite workout?
Counting, which I guess you might as well call “lazy calisthenics” .
What is your shoe size?
5 1/2 if I’m in the US, but I grow to a 36 when I go to Europe!
Why doesn’t your blog have a facebook page?
I don’t really know. I’ve just never woken up and said, “You know what? I really think my blog should have a facebook page today.”
Have you got something against Facebook? Are you too good for the rest of us who might want to “Like” you on Facebook?
Not particularly. Why are you so hot for my blog to have a facebook page?
I’ll ask the questions, if you don’t mind.
Why are you apologizing?
Jewish guilt I guess.
Wait, your Jewish? How Jewish are you?
I would be very unsafe in the case of a Nazi invasion but for sure have my way with ham and pork.
How do you get the smell of butt out of a chair?
A “Butt” Plug?
That’s nasty! Do you think your funny or something?
Yes, but I find I think I’m the only one. I sometimes find myself bursting out of laughter in the car, alone.
I think you do it for attention….
Aren’t you supposed to be asking questions?
I think we’re done here.