Mad About Spanish Food

There's been a lot of soul searching at Piddock Place over the last few days. It all started when I read about Paul Hollywood's Great British Take Off. He's apparently left his wife for his co-presenter on the American version of the show that catapulted him to fame.

What has this to do with me? Well, as a food blogger whose audience is increasing exponentially, I'm getting a bit worried that fame might turn my head, as it has turned the heads of so many celebrity chefs and food writers. Gordon Ramsay, Rick Stein and several others have been tempted to stray as a result of their new found fame. I don't want to see my name on that list.

You may scoff, but what if a young, fit male reader became so entranced by my preserved lemons that he pursued me shamelessly and remorselessly? Could I trust myself to stay true to myself humble roots - and my long-suffering husband, Tony, who stood by me when I was earning just a few dollars a week writing for content sites?

I'd hate to give up the blog now it's doing so well, so I suppose what I'm saying to my public is this - please restrain your quite understandable impulses to sweep me off my feet and bask in the glow of my new found fame. I'll keep writing if you promise to control yourselves. I can't say fairer than that, can I?