In September, the husband and I took a 10-day trip to the Napa and Sonoma valleys. We dabbled in the hurry and bustle of San Francisco for a few days as well, in need of a bit of city adventure. I'm certain that I'd never been so excited for a trip in my life. Who wouldn't be when wine begins to pour at 10am every morning, just after the first and last cup of coffee?
I don't know what all to say except that it was exactly what I needed. I took quite a lot of pictures. Yet, as I was sorting through them, I realized how few I took of food. This may surprise you, but ah! Have we spoken about the silliness one can feel with food blogging in public? Maybe I'll save that for another post, but in short, some places just don't seem fitting to pull out a giant DSLR and make all sorts of zooming in and snapping sounds.
If the food simply must be photographed - most often after I've pestered the husband over and over about whether or not I should "take a quick picture", trying desperately to sit on my hands and leave well enough alone until the desperation passes - I'll feverishly pull out my iPhone and take a few haphazard shots. Not without scanning the room first, of course, to make sure that everyone around is perfectly absorbed in their meal/wine/dinner mate and paying no mind to my neurotic tendencies.
I have fleeting moments of bravery, but more often than not, I try to simply enjoy the dish as is. To breathe in the heady smells of shallot and tarragon as a bowl of mussels, laden in a broth flecked with lemon zest and rippled with cream, is placed before me. To glimpse across the table at what the husband is having, catching the glimmer in his eye as he plots his first bite. To dine and linger for hours - letting go of trying to capture the moment, but rather, reveling in it with such illustrious joy that it becomes unforgettable.
Here, a small collection of favorites. The husband took several of these. He loved getting a rise out of me - snatching the camera and snapping photos of me so fast, so recklessly, one after the other, often when I wasn't looking. And then I'd realize (!) and quickly become embarrassed. These impromptu photo sessions always ended in flushed cheeks, laughter, silly poses, and true emotion. Which, I'm sure, is all he wanted in the end.