Would that I could generate the easy, spontaneous bursts of prose that characterize the natural blogger. I’ve recently enjoyed Kate Christensen’s blog, which seems like something dashed off, almost as an escape from “real” writing. I’ve come to be a fan of her prose, especially her autobiography, Blue Plate Special. The interweaving of recipes with recollection seems unforced, providing a sort of grounding when memories are raw, and a counterpoint in style of writing that keeps the book light.