Shocking. I know.

The big decision was whether I had the nerve to go to the award dinner. Flip. Flop. Flip. Flop. Not going to go. Going. Not. Going. In the end, I decided to go. The thing is, I was scared that if I won, the audience would only give polite applause. Or not clap at all. Being a freelancer, it's not like I have supporting clapping hands of my comrades. More likely it would be, Alice...who? But, as I'm up against Conde Nast Epicurious, an incredibly extensive site, with Tanya's smart blog, there's no way I can win. I decided it was safe to go and bask in the glory of being a nominee. But I am still flattered. And it is feels very, very nice, if you must know. This is not false modesty, but just gaping jaw...shock. So, when I saw this up on the other noble nominees site, Leite's Culinaria and I thought, there'a an idea. Like, why not? Yeah, like, why not indeed.

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