A Heavy Heart

As a relatively new blog, I struggle sometimes with its identity: only recipes? Restaurants, too? Will I bore people with cookbook reviews? And I really struggle with how to incorporate personal writing. I gravitate towards personal writing naturally, but sometimes as a food blog, it seems out of place.

However something very sad has happened this week, and it’s making it impossible to write about the new lunch windows I’ve tried recently. I’m not quite ready to talk about it yet.

Besides losing my grandma to cancer years ago, I’ve never lost anyone close to me. Anyone my age. One of my best friends. So today, I won’t leave you with a recipe or a restaurant recommendation. Instead, I leave you with a few photos that make me smile, and urge you to hug those you love today extra, extra close. I’ll be back soon.


  1. Mo

    (((( hug )))) Take care of yourself Megan.

  2. Elise

    I'm so sorry for your loss. Take care.

  3. Barbara Bakes

    Your pictures made me smile. I hope they cheer you up to!

  4. rachael

    -- sometimes sharing what is simply on the surface of your heart in one moment is all that is needed. i think it can only improve your writing- your blog. to leave your readers with something so simple as 4 photos that make you smile makes your blog that much more real. there IS a real person behind those resturant reviews and cookbook ratings- there is someone just like me who sometimes has hard days she can't talk about, someone who needs to just check out sometimes. thank you for sharing with me, and us, and i hope your heart will be full of joy when thinking about good times passed, and memories that will never be forgotten. thank you.

  5. Chow and Chatter

    oh bless you keep your head up hope to see you back soon love Rebecca

  6. Kelsey B.

    Oh dear. Hang in there Megan, we all have tough days and just have to get through them with friends and nice photos. Keep your head up! These photos are pretty, one of them reminds me of upstate NY in fall.

  7. Megan Gordon

    Thank you all for your sweet comments. It really means a lot to me. Things are slowly falling back into place again. It's sunny today, there's homemade bread downstairs, and I'm going through some old photos of my dear friend. Thank you again for your thoughts.

    And Kelsey: you have a good eye...the canoe photo is at my mom's cabin in Upstate New York (Lake George). I'm impressed!

  8. Vitamin C

    meg: this just made me well up. all i can do lately is hug and profess my love to those around me. also re-reading over jean's blog over and over. heavy heart indeed. looking forward to reconnecting with you, love. (chelsea)

  9. Anonymous

    megan, I found your blog via jean's blog. not sure if you remember me, but i am mourning this loss right along with you. all my love to you in this sad, sorrowful time. carra (turney)

  10. Megan Gordon

    Chels, looking forward to reconnecting with you, too. And Carra, I do remember you...I know--we all loved Jean so, so much. Sending you good thoughts. Her writing is quite something on that blog, huh?

  11. Allison Arevalo

    I am so sorry Megan, my heart goes out to you...

    Try not worry to much about what you want the blog to "be," and write what you feel. I am so amazed by the amount of support I've received through my blog, and the connections I've made through it - and I love your blog just the way it is :)

    Again, I'm so sorry for your loss...

  12. Amelia PS

    i'm with you...
    on many levels. including the writing, blog identity questions, and the drive to tell the ones I love that I love them DAILY.

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