This morning has been a busy one! After the worst argument Beanie and Jumpy have ever had (these two have such a love-hate relationship) and a frazzled walk to school (late, of course!), Jumpy, Wriggly and I walked to the train station. The girls were not making it easy, believe me.
My trusty camera (almost 7 years old) is yet again being repaired by Canon (third time this year) and it is on its last legs, so I had to go to Calumet in Euston to collect the camera I am renting for the weekend (thanks to everyone who gave me some advice!). As we were waiting for our train, I saw I’d been shortlisted for a Brilliance in Blogging Award. Oh my goodness, thanks everyone for voting, I really appreciate it. If you want to see me become one of the 5 finalists in the ‘food’ category, please vote again, it takes a minute! Oh, and whilst you are doing it, I am also a finalist in the MAD blog awards. Could you spare a vote for little me?
My two little ones behaved like angels on the train, but the walk to Calumet was an ‘interesting’ one. It is exciting trying a new camera, but I had not anticipated the Canon 7D would be so different from my 500D. I hate change and I have no idea how it works. I sort of managed to take a half-decent photo of berries we had for snack, but I could not set it the way I wanted, aaaargh!
On the subject of food, I just thought I would write an ode to food, or simply write random thoughts about food, since I am not remotely poetic.
You need food to stay alive. I get that. Some people do not enjoy food. They simply eat to survive. They eat because they have to. I do not get that. How can you not appreciate good food? Are certain people immune to the fact it feels better to eat a nice, freshly cooked meal with fresh, seasonal vegetables rather than microwaved processed gloop?
Please do not take this the wrong way. I am not being pedantic about food or judging anyone’s lifestyle. I understand that we are all busy and we do not always have the time or energy to cook a decent meal. We have a great Indian takeaway from time to time and we always have fish and chips in the freezer for when I have no inclination to cook or an empty fridge.
What I struggle to understand is when given the choice between a gorgeous, fresh meal and a pile of junk, some opt for the latter. When offered a good, nutritious meal, why on earth would rather have a tin of spaghetti hoops or a Pot Noodle? I have nothing against instant noodles. In fact, I always used to have some at work as a ‘backup plan’. I eat it once in a while, but if I had the choice, I would rather go for leftovers or a freshly cooked meal.
I love food and I find it sad when people choose not to eat because they want to be slimmer, or at the other end of the spectrum, eat crisps for breakfast with cold pizza, washed down with a can of energy drink. Why?
The clatter of pots and pans at the start of a cooking session is the sign the cooking process has well and truly started. The kettle boils, the whisk taps rhythmically against the prep bowl, the butter melts in the pan.
Some movements are easy and natural; others take practice and effort. Peeling carrots with a good potato peeler is almost enjoyable; the thought plucking or deboning a chicken or dough getting under my fingernails make me gag.
As it bubbles gently in the pan, I always take in the smell of butter. The smell of yoghurt cake baking in the oven brings me back to my childhood, the smell of Tartiflette (basically really smelly Reblochon cheese melting over potatoes) takes me back to the first meals I ever cooked for friends in my teens. Other food smells remind me of my uni days, trips abroad, important events in my life. Food is not just sustenance. It is so much more.
Looking at gorgeous food always makes me smile. I like imagining how the photo came together, whether it took ages to style the shot, how it I even possible to make something so perfect and precise.
The epiphany comes with the tingling of taste buds, the tastes that fusion with the smells, the temperature of the food; its sweetness, bitterness or intense flavours explode in my mouth and make me feel alive, happy.
Anyway, I digress. What do you love about food?
Remember, you can vote for me to become one of 5 finalists in the BIB awards (there are 10 of us at the moment) and as I am already a finalist in the MAD Blog awards, if you vote for me, I might have a small chance of winning one of the Oscars of the UK blogging world!
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