Something is amiss you say?
The problem is, lately, I just don’t experience food as enthusiastically as I did before. It’s a terrible thing because I want to
like love my food. But I just don’t.
I now understand the term, eat to live, not live to eat. I have a better understanding of people who are absolutely not turned on by the thought of artisan cheese or the sight and smell of a beautiful slice of thin crust New York style pizza. Once upon a time I would have shouted at each meal, “STOP! Let me get a photo first!” Now, I’m like, it’s just cheese. Or, it’s just pizza.
And leftovers? I used to dream about eating leftovers before they were even doggie-bagged. Of how I could relive the awesome flavors of the current meal – especially if it were the better-the-next-day kind of leftovers. Now, I can’t even fathom eating something twice in a row. The thought, how repulsive, comes to mind.
I used to love gawking at and being inspired by the photos of food on Foodgawker or Tastespotting. Now, I find the sites uninteresting and absolutely of no inspiration at all. Can you imagine that??? Not only, can I imagine it, I’m living it right now.
So, without the passion to create and cook nor a desire to eat like I mean it, and blog about eating, there’s been a slight hiatus on creating and posting recipes for the last couple months. Can you believe I haven’t even picked up my DSLR camera since…wow…since China in June.
But there’s a very good reason for this food writing hiatus:
As you can see from the photo, Wee Scotch is very excited about the little addition to the Ginger and Scotch family in November. Although, I’m not sure he completely understands what’s really in store for him. But then again, neither do Scotch and I.