Not Very Charitable

I'm sadly, pathetically competitive. In my work life, it often serves me well to be so competitive. But, not always in my personal life.

I live in a small, southern town. We have good, hard working, honest folks here. But, sadly, it is not a place to be if one is obsessed with food. I maintain that I learned to cook because most of the restaurants here are of the chain variety or just plain crap.

I have friends who live in the food mecca of the country . . . lots and lots of local farms and seafood readily available and a food culture. Recently, they started posting to a food blog of their own. I love reading it. I read it everyday. And, pretty much everyday, I mutter to myself that I am starting to hate them. Hate them in a totally "I'm jealous of you and can I come to your house for dinner tonight" sort of way.