Can I tell you how hard it is to make healthy eating decisions when you are immersed in the food writing world? You see, this past week I had a task that required that I research food writers from Latin America. And as I was researching countless blogs and cook books, it made me really hungry. There are some good vittles in those cultures.
During my “down time”, I’ve been reading other books on food photography and composition that’s also not helping my cause very much. Or maybe it’s because I’m not attracted to vegetarian and low fat cook books. Yes, I think that’s more of the issue.
Right now I’m reading What Katie Ate by Katie Quinn Davies. Katie is a food blogger/photographer/author extraordinaire. Not only are her recipes amazing, her photography is breathtaking. If you love good food, then you will want to check out her blog and certainly purchase her cook book.
So, what’s Melanie eating? The gal who’s got some major events coming up that require her to fit into her dress slacks? The ones with the button, not the stretchy waist band. Not that working in yoga pants doesn’t appeal to me. It does. I just don’t think the companies that I work with and represent would appreciate that much.
Truffle fries. Thick slices of hand cut potatoes deep fried and sprinkled with truffle oil and parmesan cheese. Cause that’s how I roll. Or how I will be rolling if I eat too many of them. But Lord have mercy were they good. To my credit I only ate three of them because of the whole button vs. elastic waist thing. But truth be told, I wanted to eat the whole damn bucket.
This particular restaurant serves up hearty fare, and I was there to write a review. It only made sense to try the truffle fries. That’s my story anyway.
While dining at said yummy restaurant today, I was the only diner. I came at a very off hour and had the place to myself.
Just me and my dining partner Canon. As in the camera of course. I felt very weird dining alone and taking pictures of my food. I’m sure they thought I was nuts and that I have 25 cats at home. I might be nuts but there are no cats here. Four kids are very similar to 25 cats though.
My plans for the weekend include many miles on the treadmill and more cooking/photo taking. It’s a never ending cycle. Which leads me to wonder about cooks like Giada De Laurentiis. How the hell does she stay so thin? Do you think she really eats the food she makes? She must spend a crap ton of hours on the treadmill.