what i love about the food blogosphere are the inspired recipes and their requisite pretty pictures. though food photography is sometimes derivative – i’m guilty of “ooh, let me get in on this trend of moody photos” too – there’s a craft behind it, deliberate artistry in both the food making and the presentation to create a feast for the mouth and the eyes, and that is inspiring to me. i like to think of generations of cooks who, some more willingly than others, learned baking at their mothers’ knees, or pored over detailed cookbooks, treating the rituals of cooking with a mix of playfulness and sacredness, finding it meaningful to preside over the very traditionally domestic space of the kitchen, to evoke a sense of home wherever they are, through homecooking. the making of food and the documentating of a slow, old-fashioned art, and the creation of traditions: these are all magical to me.
but i know it is precisely the art, the photogenic dishes, the demands that we cook every day (a demand i place on myself but do not extend to my friends, because it pertains to my personal lifestyle choices) that is intimidating. more often than not, images are about making things desirable. with food, though not with other life matters (see facebook, see instagram) i am immune to this envy-inducing medium. i am the only person i know who voraciously reads food blogs: for someone without an underlying interest in cooking-as-craft what is enchanting to me must make homecooking seem even more inaccessible.
THAT said, i am put off by the unanimous and relentless holiday zeal of the food industry. the blogs are is all “it’s my favourite time of the year,” when surely we all know that life doesn’t look as picture perfect as that and plenty of families are dysfunctional and family gatherings painful, and thanksgiving itself is tied up with genocide. so, on the one hand i want to be happy for you that you’re grateful for your husband and your dog and the free-range turducken you bought from whole foods, but on the other hand i have to wonder: are food bloggers so mired in the industry of image-making that they are largely uncritical, or willfully oblivious, only looking to the saccharine and not the darkness?





















