After waking up to yet another gray, frigid day, I read – not without little frissons of envy, to be honest – the latest crop of great food bloggers selected by The Huffington Post, which run the gamut from folksy to romantic.
The photos certainly could festoon the walls of great museums, vying for space next to some of the classic still lifes, which of course still inspire many food photographers.
Why is it that I rarely see bad, burnt, ruined food in photographs on food blogs? I mean, come on, how many times do I whip up something I’ve never cooked before and end up throwing it in the garbage in shame? Perfection seems to be the rule in these lovely blogs, the same tendency I see in major fashion catalogs with all the Photoshop-perfect models, none suffering with cellulite or pimples.
Well, yesterday, while attempting to photograph a piece of toast bouncing out of my toaster, I managed to capture the essence of culinary failure instead. Thankfully no British friends stood around, waiting for tea and toast.
Yes, dear readers, a piece of burnt toast, with perfect bokeh.
P.S.: This is my 900th post!
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