Really, I didn’t. I’ve been having issues in the kitchen. Unlike the time all of the appliances made a suicide pact, this time the issues are of the camera variety.
I shoot all of the videos myself, while I’m home alone, except for that one time Scott got home from work early and was my vodka soda taste-tester. That’s a lot of moving a tripod around, balancing an iPad to get close-up shots and holding an iPhone over the stove while I stir. Well, I need a new tripod and a better way to stabilize the iPad, and in my hunt for equipment, I’ve neglected you.
I’ll fix it.
Soon.
Let’s still be friends.
You're In My Kitchen 
The thing about seeing your videos is now when I read your blog I HEAR your voice as I read the words, even the intonations. It’s eerie.
*awkward silence*
*twiddles thumbs*
More vodka?
Why, thank you, Vince!
Oh, wait. Do I owe you an apology instead? For causing voices in your head? Well, it’s really just my voice, and I’ve dealt with my voice in my head my whole life, so I hope it’s not all that bad. Eerie or not, that made me smile.