




I've never professed to be a foodie. Foodies, by definition, have to be REALLY SERIOUS about their food, and I honestly try to be REALLY SERIOUS about as few things as possible. Only the life or death scenarios. Or . . .  what outfit to pick for an important meeting. Musicians being in tune. And, you know, photography stuff.

So if I'm not a foodie (which I'm not. Foie gras? No thanks. Think of the poor geese) then maybe I'm a food-er. Or -ist. Or something. Evidence? I'm a bit snobby about my cheese. It must be fresh or aged, but nowhere in the middle. Preferably European, although some aged cheddar will do. Dark chocolate, only. Heirloom tomatoes in the summer and asparagus spears in the spring. Farmers markets are my kryptonite. Specialty seasonings leave me all aflutter. And I've discovered that I get a little difficult if I'm not allowed to go shopping for cool ingredients and cook regularly. (And have someone to help me with the cooking. It's way more fun as a team sport.)

Evan can attest to this. We've had a lot of conversations where I say, "I want to be cooking more." And he just doesn't understand the bone-deep nature of that one simple sentence. He thinks it means the same as when I say "I want to be exercising more." Which is actually the opposite, because I wish I didn't have to exercise at all. But I do.

Anyway, this blog post has turned into some weird sort of tangential ditheriness. Those plants up top look edible to me, is all. And I like food. And cooking. We'll leave it at that.

OH, also, as I mentioned a few days ago, Jim Goldstein is doing his yearly collection of links to all the Best of 2010 photoblog posts. It's really quite incredible, there are more than 160. Here's the link, if you want to check it out.