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Suddenly, I've got plenty to write about... to scream about, to cry about, to laugh about... and you are going to ba along for the ride, it seems.

Check out the date on that first entry. 20 days before the New Orleans that I adored turned into a nightmarish Atlantis, and my life turned upside down. Did my house flood? 80% of the city was underwater, care to take a guess? (Yes. 3 1/2 feet.) But my super spectacular husband and I did not lose any family or friends to the storm, though we and nearly everyone we love are feeling the aftermath just over a year later. But that's not what I'm gonna write about. Honest. This is a place to talk about good stuff. My favorite thing to talk about... FOOD!

To wit, I have been known to make people hungry, like some crazed pavlovian reflex, just by discussing food in casual conversation. I love that.

Now, I had totally forgotten about this little slice of the intarweb pie, and now that I'm kicking myself into gear to write a hellified food blog -- one for the ages, I tell ya -- this will be a perfect place.

The title is from a favorite movie -- Daisy von Scherler Mayer's 1995 film Party Girl, starring the suddenly ubiquitous Parker Posey. The line comes from her incessant inquiry of the hottie Lebanese falafel vendor as she schleps her way from the NYC club scene into a career in library science (and a place in his heart. Awwwwww!)

"Hi, I'd like a falafel with hot sauce, a side order of baba ganoush, and a seltzer, please?"

But I'm not going to write about falafel. Not just yet, anyway.

Stay tuned, truebelievers. And I hope you're hungry.