Last night, after a day staring death in the face from atop a giant ladder (by the way, Tara often accuses me of being overdramatic, but I have no idea why!), I was craving comfort food. Something hearty and satisfying. Life-affirming, if you will. So I whipped up a batch of Southwestern Corn Chowder. It was delicious, if I do say so myself!
The last time I posted a food pic, Writer of Words, Etc. (spoiler alert: they’re mostly words) commented, How about aiming to become a food photographer?
I took that as a compliment. Tara, on the other hand, probably winced, thinking I do not need any encouragement in that department. I wrote a post about food photography once—namely my penchant for whipping out a camera and taking pics of my food whenever we went out to eat, causing my poor wife undue embarrassment. Yes, I was that guy.
I don’t do it as often anymore, but those are the key words: as and often. I will still snap a photo of an especially good-looking plate if I deem it Instagram-worthy. Over the years, I’ve had some real winners:
Don’t worry, I won’t quit my day job. But I do enjoy looking at photos of meals from the past; they inevitably evoke happy memories. Much like a certain song can transport you back in time to a specific place, so too can a plate of pasta or a bowl of bouillabaisse or a dish of dumplings. Which is why I don’t hesitate to bust out my phone and click away when I’ve got a great looking plate in front of me.
Any other foodie photographers out there, or are you Team Tara and think it’s a silly, embarrassing, and totally unnecessary practice?
Still not sure if I’m writing every day this month…