Or maybe it’s the weather or something like that
So I haven’t been around on here lately. Maybe you’ve noticed! I would have an excuse but honestly every time someone asks me why I haven’t posted in awhile the answer always seems blaringly obvious: I haven’t felt like it.
I have something of a love-hate relationship with blogs, blogging, photography, and if we wanna keep going here, the internet in general. You might disagree with me (and by might I mean probably), but I think blogs do a pretty fine job of inherently being a caricature of real life. I know I’m far from being the first person to be disillusioned by the blog world and I realize that I really don’t have any original content to add to the general body of anti-internet complaints.
But in acknowledging that, along with the fact that I’m treading really close to making this post be seriously pseudo-intellectual (whatever, probably already crossed that line), I do want to share this one quote by Max Frisch that I’ve always really, really been drawn to. He says that “technology is the knack of so arranging the world so that we don’t have to experience it.” Sometimes I hate the fact that I’m making my own false arrangement of the world by having a blog where I post up pretty pictures of plated meals and Parisien streets. (I’ve kinda already complained about this two years ago in a post about Christmas cookies and the Nutcracker.)
But sometimes it comes in handy. For example, I’ve been thinking about food lately, a lot. Must be something about the holidays. As a result I’ve been spending a lot of time doing things like catching up on food blogs or wandering through Nigel Slater archives from the Guardian (the best). This time of year makes me want to spend about 90% of my time in a warm kitchen, and unfortunately the reality is I spend probably less than half an hour each day there. When I daydream about baking gingerbread or walk past a store with pretty plates and napkins and cool teas I mutter something about how “I just wish I had my own place…” to which whatever friend I’m with tells me, “but Amy, you do have your own place.” They’re obviously referring to my independent studio and the fact that I don’t live-in with my host family like some of my friends here. But really, can you count a place that doesn’t have a kitchen a home? No, no, no way! I mean, the kitchen is like the center of everything! The table comes first!! (Really really good book about food and france and eating and family and history and basically everything I like in this world. By the way.) One of my friends laughed when I said I can’t get in the Christmas mood because I don’t have my own place to bake cookies and cook, but to me Christmas is just as much about the smell of spices and butter and sugar as it is of pine needles, if not more so.
So anyway, yeah I’ve been a little restless lately regarding cooking and baking; food blogs and the thought of posting on my own food blog have once again become a welcome pastime. With that being said (and this is mainly a word to my poor dad who finally started reading my blog because he was interested in my Paris life), I do hope to minimize the amount of show-off-y Paris I photograph and write about. For some reason I have this huge fear of this blog becoming a run-of-the-mill travel expat blog with stereotypically pretty photos of Paris and pastries, but I have no qualms about this being a run-of-the-mill food blog. I realize there need not be black-and-white boundaries between the categories of what this blog is and isn’t—really, I think the best blogs out there blur the lines. But it seems like an important distinction for me to make, for some reason.
Anyway, I hope you all had a nice Thanksgiving, if you celebrate that sort of thing. This is a little glimpse into how mine went:
Naw, but in the end everything was alright. When my French family heard it was Thanksgiving, they went to a traiteur and got some traditional French fête (celebration) food: really, really good cured smoked salmon, served on blinis with crème fraîche and lemon, a shrimp and lobster haricots verts salad, and a vinegary potato salad. For dessert we had apple pie and this butternut squash pie. It didn’t feel like a traditional Thanksgiving by any means, but at least it’s comforting to know that some things just don’t translate.