Thursday, June 12, 2008

I'm into porn... Food porn, that is...

I think I've become unhealthily obsessed with food. I mean, I've always loved food but I think as I've become older (and perhaps my palette has "matured") its become an obsession. For instance, when I'm eating breakfast, I'm thinking about what to eat for lunch and at lunch, I'm thinking about what to eat for dinner. I look at food blogs all the time (tastespotting, 101cookbooks, being some of my favorites), I like finding new eateries to exercise my palette, cooking, baking, and on and on.



I recently found MattBites, the photographs are amazing, the recipes are something I'll have to try and the writing is so fun. I particularly love this post, because yes, I too, love tacos.





Here's another food porn photographer, I mean photographer.... Jen Altman

2 comments:

Vipassana Buddhist Church/Center for Buddhist Development said...

Hi Caroline--

I've got the Artistaday gadget (or is it a widget?) on my iGoogle. I never click on the art, but today I clicked on yours--and it led me to your blog! I'm a food obsessive, too. So is my brother, who lives in DC. I'm in Missouri, but every day, we either call or email to tell what we're cooking/eating. "Today I'm making a new batch of kim-chee, and tonight I'm having sea bass for dinner." Or "I found beets at the farmer's market today and I'm making pancakes with them."

We often talk about how/why we're so obsessive w/food. We grew up in the Appalachian south. Our grandmother ran away from Asheville to live in Miami back in the 40s. She worked mostly as a waitress in nice restaurants, where she learned about food. When she came to Asheville to visit (and eventually live) she introduced us to lobster Newberg (sp?) and beef stroganoff--"gourmet" dishes in the '60s and '70s. Meanwhile, our mother and step-dad were factory workers trying to raise 6 kids on blue-collar pay. My step-dad was an "organic" gardener before it was fashionable because it was the cheapest way to grow food for us. Unfortunately, no one in our house knew how to cook it. My mother boiled the beans, peas, carrots, squash, etc. until they were gray mush. My dad burnt everything he touched.

When my brother and I found cooking magazines, we'd look longingly at the photos and beg our mother to buy things like mushrooms. "They're too expensive," she'd say.

Because of our grandmother and the food magazines at the grocery store, my brother and I knew there was gorgeous, delicious food out there--and we couldn't wait to discover it for ourselves.

Thirty years later, I still love pinto beans and cornbread (my mother's mainstay), but I've found nothing more reliable than a well-stocked pantry and a collection of great recipes to keep me happy in good times and bad. As my brother says, "Food is life!"

Here's to foodies and food porn!

Bonnie Chasteen

Delidel said...

Hi, found you from artistaday. I'm going to look around a bit if you don't mind.

I've only recently begun to identify myself as a foodie. I giggled to see a pic of Culver's. Nothing like some cheese curds and a concrete mixer :) I'm from Cali but I spent a few months in the midwest and became intimately familiar with Culver's.

Since top chef ended I've been obsessed with learning to prepare sweetbreads, tomahawk steak, and hamachi. Talk about a kick in the pallete!