The long hiatus requires no explanation. There's only so much of the right stuff to go around. There's only so many hours in the day. There are only so many electrons to fire off the right synapses and get words through fingertips and into the public record. The well does indeed run dry at times. When one reaches a moment in which one is spending more time writing and composing about the meal than one is actually enjoying said meal, the time has come to get affairs in order.
And thus, it begins again. Rest assured, anonymous readers, that I was eating well and contentedly in the past three weeks of the absence I took from these notes. And I return happily and ready to record the substance of the sustenance.