Before there was a Granny Plants, there was almost a blog called Only Pans.
I thought it was funny. Genuinely, still do. My daughter was mortified. She gave me the exact look you'd expect a daughter to give her mother over that one, and I still stand by it as one of my better ideas that never made it to the finish line.
For what it's worth, my husband bought me a real camera about a year ago — the kind the YouTubers use, the kind that says "I'm serious about this now." It sat there for a year while I talked about starting this, thought up names, laughed at my own jokes that nobody else found funny, and generally took my sweet time getting around to actually doing it.
Granny Plants won out in the end, obviously. It fits better, it's easier to say out loud, and it doesn't require explaining a pun to everyone who asks. But Only Pans is still sitting in the back of my head somewhere, and now it's officially on the record.
The camera's finally earning its keep, one pan of simmering soup at a time. Whether I ever end up in front of it is still under negotiation. For now, you get the pans, the gardens, the deer, and the occasional bad pun. Seems like a fair trade.