Photos: Food and Me

At certain times of your life, you find yourself doing foolish things.  Like vowing to make a new recipe every week for a year, or looking back at your family’s photo albums.  I did the first one back in 2010, when I started this blog. A few years later, I did the second. After being horrified by the way I looked as a child, an adolescent, and a post-adolescent, I was amused to see that, in my adult life, practically every third picture taken of me has involved cooking or food. Not that they aren’t horrifying too, but I think they say something fundamental about me.  Here are some examples (crummy quality, many of them, which are digital photos of ancient conventional and Polaroid prints)..

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I admit, I didn’t make my own wedding cake:

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Tom and I always enjoyed wok cooking:

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Once I roasted quails in a friend’s kitchen:

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Food shopping with Joan at Campo dei Fiori, Rome:

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We were pleased with this handsome roasted suckling pig:

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One day, at someone else’s home, I got “volunteered” to peel a lot of asparagus:

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We couldn’t survive without our pasta machine:

Photo by Steven Mays

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Here I’m tired out from too much cooking:

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And here I’m taking a refreshment break (in Zihuatanejo, Mexico):

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Making another suckling pig ready for the oven, while Joe watches:

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For a book photo, we pretended to be Ceres and Bacchus:

Photo by Steven Mays

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Pastiera making for Easter, with Amy and Michele:

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Here I’m serving Jane my pastries at my 40th wedding anniversary party:

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These next two pictures are of us retesting one of our recipes for our mini ecookbook, Not the Same Old Spaghetti Sauce:

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A lovely seafood lunch on the shore in Barcelona, October 2012

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A friend gave us this fabulous bottle of 2002 Piper-Heidsieck Brut Cuvee Rare, with instructions to drink it on New Year’s Eve. It came with a gilt filigree casing meant to be removed and worn as a tiara, and so I did.

 

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At a garden party, we seem to be trying to figure out what the item on my hors d’oeuvre plate is.

 

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The dynamic duo makes spaghetti with clam sauce. (All you can see of him is one foot, one hand, and a piece of his shirt.)

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I practiced making pierogi at a workshop sponsored by the Greenwich Village Society for Historic Preservation, at Veselka, a landmark Ukrainian restaurant. Here’s my post about it.