Facebooking and blogging, and my mother's kitchen

I have several friends who spend a great deal of time on Facebook, and while I have been known to frequent the site (I've even taken a few quizes and added a few applications) I haven't been able to lose myself in it like I used to. In fact, whenever the subject of Facebook comes up I find myself saying "On my blog...," to which my friends reply with confused, and occasionally hostile looks. How dare I confuse blogging with facebooking?!
But I've come to realize that I am a clicker, and that sustains me more than Facebook ever could. I'll usually start reading one person's blog and then click on a link to someone else's until, several clicks later, I'm suddenly reading about the life of a complete stranger living in Brazil. (And that Brazilian blogger is much more addicted to blogging than I am--she posts in both English and Portuguese.) Those random clicks have lead to me to quite a few jewels. I have to remind myself that I'm not actually friends with the people whose blogs I frequent. If I were, I would simply have a link to reach them more easily, instead of going through the grapevines of stranger's blogs to find them whenever I need an update. I feel so weird posting a link to a stranger--like I'm some sort of stalker.
But more than stranger's blogs, I love to read food blogs. Blogs that are meant for new and old readers to devour, and to seek cooking inspiration from. I've got my select few that I read religiously--one is the wonderful Brazilian woman's--and I find myself spending obscene amounts of time reading recipes that I plan to try someday when I have a kitchen large enough, and money enough to fund my expensive ingredient habits.
I've toyed with the idea of starting my own food blog. I have friends who are aspiring photographers and artists who have blogs devoted solely to the purpose of displaying their work. Well, cooking is an art too, isn't it? I could easily justify a food blog with that rationale. But unlike so many of artistic friends, I don't keep track of my work. I never think to write down the modifications I make to recipes so that I can share them, nor do I routinely photograph my food as the world's food-bloggers do. Would I, were I to start my own food blog?
My other qualm with pursuing this new--though simple--venture, is the fact that I think so many of my recent recipes are boring! Because we're so tight on money right now--and have been for several months--I haven't had the chance to explore interesting recipes like I want to. So I stick to my predictable meals, simple and satisfying, while I pray for the opportunity to cook how I want.
Speaking of cooking how I want, cooking at my mom's house is probably one of the most enjoyable experiences I've yet to have. She's never lacking for ingredients: she always has at least three different kinds of vinegar, an endless supply of stable and exotic spices, a plentiful supply of pots and pans, one or two good knives (wait a couple years and I'm sure Grandpa will get her some new ones so she'll have several good knives for about a year, until the family lets their blades dull), and the best environment to cook in. There's always something happening at my parents' house, and you can't beat an exciting home when it comes to cooking. There's always someone to taste your sauce, or tell you if you've overcooked the meat. And when the fire alarm goes off unexpectedly, there's a plan of action set in place.
So my ideal situation: my mom's kitchen in my parents' house, a scribe to record my recipe alterations, and a photographer to make my food look good. Once I have those I can start a food blog. Or maybe I'll consider it sooner than that.