Extra creamy, this root beer fudge will satisfy even the most wicked sweet tooth.
Yall I’ve been blogging for over 4 years now. When I first started I just wrote about whatever. I didn’t have a niche and I didn’t have a plan. I just started a blog one day and went with it. I literally learned everything as I went. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but it took me a long time to get here.
To find my writing style, to find my niche, to find my love of photography.
I like to mix food with family. I like to share a recipe and a story about our family. I do this for two reasons. One – I personally don’t like reading about how great a recipe is from the person who created it. To me, you can only write how yummy something is so many times before people stop reading what you write. I don’t want that. I want people who come to read to have something to read. Simple as that.
And two – I write to remember. I have gone back a few weeks and read things about the kids or the dogs or friends and had forgotten they happened. I write for me. I write to remember things that I would otherwise forget.
And an unofficially number three – I want my pictures to tell you how great something might taste. I want to constantly be improving my photography so that one day people actually like their phones.
Ok, maybe not. But you get what I mean. I want my pictures to do the talking.
And you’re probably wondering – why are you explaining this Kelley? I’ll tell you. [You asked.] I was reading an article on Buzzfeed, one of those roundups that make you drool, and I scrolled to the end and read the comments. I know. I KNOW. Never read the comments. But I did. And there were 3 or 4 people there complaining about what food bloggers write about. Well, really they were complaining that they write AT ALL.
They just wanted the damn recipe. [Their language not mine.]
It sort of upset me a bit. I would HATE for anyone who came to my site to think that what I write is just dribble. Meaningless stories about kids or dogs or friends. But then I realized that its not meaningless. Not to me anyways. It’s our lives. Our ups and downs. Our happy times and crazy chaotic times.
And I hope to my fans and readers and blog friends turned real friends that it’s not meaningless either. I can only be myself and write what I know. I know our family is normal and I want other people to see that through my stories. And I want to share yummy recipes and show that through my pictures. So enjoy!
- 2 cups of chocolate chips
- 6 ounces of sweetened condensed milk
- 1 tablespoon of root beer extract
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