I was catching up on old posts from Cathy and found this photo of Michael with my sister and I in the background (we’re at the Photojojo event at Whisk & Ladle in December).
Her face is priceless. Too cool for school! (She’s going on sixteen like nobody’s biznatch — her bday is Monday.)
Surveying the scene at Whisk & Ladle tonight, my dad said, deadpan, “Oh, you kids. You certainly have your fun.”
“Well, when you’re not busy trying to overthrow the government you find you have a lot of time on your hands,” I said. “A lot of time and energy.”
And we do have seemingly enormous reserves of time and creativity to take photos and make food and chip ice and make websites and start companies and write blogs and take trips and, most of all, mingle.
“And now that you’ve elected your president, you can go back to … doing what you were doing before,” Dad said.
But there was the unspoken: most of us (myself included) had essentially nothing to do with his victory, and that even the very worst of the Bush years didn’t distract us from our quest to do, make, be our best — ambitious and exciting but undeniably self-centered and narrow. We’re nowhere near as bad as the lost generation (the 80s) and we’re wonderfully industrious and imaginative, but let’s face it: we’re morally lazy and, yes, materially spoiled.
We get a pass, right now, but Obama will disappoint — he already has — and our problems as a nation and world are too great to be ignored while we push the boundaries of sous-vide cooking.
Let’s do it all: the food, the photography, the websites, and let’s change the world while we’re at it.
// End soapbox.
Cameraopolis.
The strudel, gloriously styled by Pablo.
My dad and I preparing to stretch dough paper-thin for Viennese apple strudel at the Photojojo food photography “safari” this evening at Whisk & Ladle.
The Great American Cooking Project