Life is a bit of a whirlwind right now, but you can always find some of my timely food-filled thoughts in the ever-manageable 140-character Twittersphere (holla @FrugalNosh).
I was struck by the power of pictures to tell a story in this project by the photo blog of denverpost.com: “Captured: America in Color from 1939-1943.” In light of that, and since my words must be few these days, I’ll throw you some fodder from my little five-megapixel iPhone camera, which manages to still capture shots of my life — by way of what’s on my plate.
They were deliciously fluffy, left no oily feeling on your fingers (major points) and my coworker used these divine, tiny dried blueberries from her parents, who call them “The Caviar of Maine” (which I can only assume to mean those at that link there.) Anyway, they were lovely.
There’s something immensely special about sharing a meal with someone you care about. Many of my posts talk about that phenomenon: eating with friends in Boston, magnificent pancake breakfasts with a friend’s family, community in unexpected underground places.
The photo, above, is of a recent dinner I shared with Special Someone — ginger-soy pan-grilled salmon, with a big bowl of plain yogurt topped with sliced apples and bananas and this insanely delicious, crunchy granola straight from the UT (where we traveled to jump around in Zion’s slot canyons a couple weeks ago).
The meal was a little random and a little strange, but it was healthy, delicious and, importantly, easy enough to prepare so we had plenty of time to talk about our day and our thoughts and this wonderful life we get to be a part of.
With regards to eating, that’s exactly what I’m all about: good grub, good conversation, good company.
Photo credits: Kelsey Ramos
2 comments
OMG….a special someone?
heeheehee…
are you baking for liz and baby?
teeheehee.
Call or email me soon. I need to know about your life, you. We have to be too cryptic in the blogosphere and it just isn't sufficient!
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