Occasionally, I’ll stumble (hint: it’s almost always from my sister, Erika) across something that I think I’m going to love, and I do, but it takes me ages and ages and ages to figure out that I love it. Twitter was like that. “I don’t get why people tweet . . . it is just plain stupid,” I lamented one afternoon, only to be brought low when I wanted to enter a contest for a new camera bag. Of course I would start tweeting if I got a few more entries. There have been a few books along the way, purchased and then forgotten about until months later, including Not Your Mother’s Make-Ahead and Freeze Cookbook. Yet another idea I can thank my sister for. When I…