Of Mollies and Mollys.

I can't say I'm new to blogging, because that just wouldn't be true.  I love blogs.  For whatever reason, I love two blogs by Mormon mothers who are also sisters.  I also love the blog of a fabulously real ex-sorority sister who just happens to have four (and almost five) kids and an obsession for Nordstrom.  But most especially, I really really, like super duper, love the blog called Orangette.

And what's not to love about it?  It's called Orangette (more on the orange thing in posts to come).  It's all about cooking, and stories about how to cook each delicious food, but not in an uppity way a la Cooks Illustrated.  Orangette's author lives in Seattle, just like me.  She loves Seattle, just like me.  She has a regular column in Bon Appetit.  She even has a book called "A Homemade Life", which I highly recommend.

So, although I'm not new to blogs, and certainly not new to reading Orangette or knowing about the author, I am new to commenting.  In a post about peas on Orangette today, for whatever reason, I decided to leave a comment.  Hooray me!  I'm clever, I'm funny, I'm connected to the matrix!  I cannot blame it on anything other than blogging exuberance.

Here's what my comment said:

Go Mollie!  Go peas!

I know there are many questions to be answered.  I know that it's not all that exciting of a comment, and not that great of a contribution overall.  It just reflected what I was feeling at the moment - peas!

But here's the irony:  Orangette's author, and my pseudo-Seattle-idol, is named Molly Wizenberg.  Molly.  (Not Mollie.)

Curses.

I think I'm off of commenting for awhile.