My husband complains that since I started blogging, we have no more undocumented meals. This is me at my mother's house on Thanksgiving. I arrived with a pie in either hand and my Sony Cybershot slung around my neck. Guess he's right.
Sorry dear, as long as the lighting is good and the battery's charged you'll just have to keep your elbows off the table and chew with your mouth closed.
I'm a freelance independent writer who loves food, travel and theatre. I'm not, repeat not, a professional chef. While I've never been to culinary school or cooked in a professional kitchen, I survived a stint waiting on tables during my undergrad degree. Within a few months, that job gave me more anxiety dreams than four years' worth of final exams. I now serve readers -- virtually, at my own pace.
Other than a few stress-filled semesters as a waitress (the term we used back then), my culinary influences are my mother and Canadian Living. Fresh ingredients, well-balanced flavours and nothing too complex are the only things I look for in a recipe -- those and an absence of visceral organs or beets. Of course, when it comes to baking the "nothing too complex" rule goes out the window. See my post of choux pastry swans for proof.
When I'm not blogging, my writing appears in various regional, national and online publications. An extensive portfolio languishes on my website but in a nutshell, I've had an eclectic career so far. I've written about fruit wines and gourmet jams for Edible Toronto, waxed poetic about cookie baking and corn-on-the-cob for The Globe and Mail, made some uncomfortable confessions in More Canada, dished the dirt at Canadian Gardening and interviewed Olivia Newton John. While my posts occasionally make Reuters UK Lifestyle News, I have yet to achieve fame and fortune.
If you read through the archives, you'll know I have a sweet tooth, a passion for chocolate, coffee, coconut milk, cilantro and ice cream. Perhaps my initials prompted me to gravitate towards words that begin with C?
I could go on, but you'll have to excuse me. I think I smell something burning...
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8 comments:
Funny story:
When I first started my blog (way back in January) I came here and read this story and laughed and laughed at you and your husband...
Now I have the same damn arguments with Sara on an almost daily basis. Just desserts, I suppose! :)
Thanks for sharing, Nick. I guess this is one of the hazards of food blogging. Hope you and Sara enjoy your blogging journey together.
I rarely cook. It's not my thing. But I love to eat and love to see what other people can do with food before it's eaten. Plus, I love your photos here. It's what keeps me coming back, that, and you're writing, of course. :-)
Jackie
Thanks for the kind words, Jackie! I know cooking isn't everyone's thing and am glad you drop by to live vicariously. You're smart since you never have to clean up afterwards.
This was so great to read and I can relate to it. My kids always ask me if I'm going to take a pic and blog about it. We love what we do.
Funnily enough when I dont take a photo for a dinner I get asked why not? Isn't it good enough to be featured? So now I take photos to indulge everyone.
Helene, this is great to hear. Do you find your blog has helped your kids be more adventuresome eaters? Just curious.
Ursula, this is my fear. I'm glad you found a good solution to keep everyone happy!
Christie,
Thank you for your comment on my blog! I am glad to know you through your blog. :) Another blog for me to bookmark. :)
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