Food, cooking, eating
During the gold and avocado velour years, my family would pass the winter holiday break at a shingled time share community on the California cost. We’d play epic games of monopoly or jump off the dunes and at low tide, we’d roll up our pants and follow Dad down to the beach where we’d dig …
Could I be more delighted? I don’t think so. Mark your calendars, locals, for Sunday, October 7th when the talented enthusiastic uke lovers of SUPA play on the Go Fish! stage for Issaquah Salmon Days. We’ve got two short sets, at 11am and 1pm, with enough time to feast on salmon BBQ in between. I’m …
Here’s the thing about Fish Wednesday. It’s not just a meal. There’s cleaning and shopping and reading and planning. There’s pondering guests and sides and what goes on the table with the fish. There’s messing with the camera and wondering if it’s going to work. And there’s eating, most times, a fine meal. Sure, there’s …
I never think twice about the fact that I fuss a bit over my food, push things out of the way in the background, hover over my plate with the lens coated in steam… none of this behavior is cause for second thought. So the fact that the house guest seemed to think this was …
While at the blogging conference last weekend, I attended a food photography workshop. So this week, when I set out to cook Fish Wednesday, I felt a little pressure. A little workshop hangover. A little “you were supposed to have learned something and now that you have, you’d better be able to show it, dammit.” …
When you get up as early as I do – and really, it’s almost so early as to be embarrassing – it’s not a great tragedy to knock off around three to go to the beach. It’s not a crime to sit in the sun and slurp down a Tully’s espresso shake, not if you’ve …