To put it simply, food is my obsession. There has never been an hour in my life where I don’t think about food. Whether I’m pondering what I plan to eat next, reading a recipe out of one of my countless cookbooks, creating a recipe or obsessing over how much I should eat, when I should eat it or if by eating it I will have regrets later. I am always thinking about food.
When I photographed my first images for this blog, I was surprised how much I enjoyed the process—from creation, to the photography, to the post edits—everything about the process felt so organic and nurturing. For the first time in years, I was doing something I loved and taking the time to do it properly. I had to force myself to take the time to not only create a meal but look at what I’d created, study the lines, colors and textures and discover that a simple piece of fruit was extraordinarily beautiful.
One of the most surprising things about this process was that it served as a catalyst to dig a little deeper and examine parts of myself I have ignored for years. Why is it that I am so drawn to food? What is it about me that will lead me travel to Europe for a month just so I can sample food in the region of it’s original creation?
Why do I own 150+ cookbooks? Spend countless hours wandering the aisles of grocery stores? Talk to growers at farmers markets about particular breeds of tomatoes that are superior for marinara and spend entire weekends experimenting with different methods for poaching eggs?
And why is it that for so many years I used food as a means of control when I felt so out of control and measured my meals sometimes down to the teaspoon? Only to discover that the key to managing health and happiness was to stop micromanaging and starving myself and learn to eat to live and find joy?
In the coming weeks, through a series of posts, I plan to explore what exactly it is about food that has such a hold of my head and my heart and what it all means at this time in my life where change is coming so fast that the only constant is my next meal and the guarantee that if I cook, then my loved ones will commune while we share one more meal around the kitchen table.
XOXO – Kristi