This is a weird time of year. All the exuberant color is fading to brown and the world seems to be giving up and dying, letting everything get very cold and windy. It’s not the happiest time for me – I’m not a cold weather person. I prefer the sun and heat of summer – running through the grass, staying up til late, even mosquitoes don’t bother me much.
As much as I love food, I am not a food blogger. The number one problem I have in taking pictures of food is forgetting to do so before I dig in. Normally, by the time I remember that I want to “blog this”, we’re already halfway or more through the dish. This makes for ugly pictures and totally destroys any attempt at presentation either from the restaurant or myself. That said, I love love love love (love) food. In the hierarchy of love in my life, we’ve got George-Food-Photography and there is little room for anything else. Which of these would I give up for the other? It is very very difficult to think about that question and so I’m not going to. Suffice to say that the trifecta there provides at least 80% of the joy in my life.
Congratulations to George, who is definitely not a loser, for kicking so much ass on the Physics GRE. My rockstar husband’s genius is only surpassed by his dedication and work ethic. Way to go baby!
