Not taking pictures of everything I eat is hard.
You’d think it would be easy to not do something, but after five years of photographing every morsel, meal time seems incomplete.
Still, I think this particular resolution is important right now, because I need to remember what it’s like to eat without pressure: pressure to be thin, pressure to be interesting, pressure to cook pretty things. Instead, I am focusing solely on nourishing my body, and more importantly my mind.
Instead, I’m taking pictures of the simple things that make me happy.
Here’s a simple rule I live by: If someone says “Do you want to take a centerpiece home?” I say yes. Because flowers are pretty, and smell good, and are even better when they’re free.
Last week I went to quite a few events with centerpieces, and quite a few centerpieces came home with me. My apartment smells AMAZING!
I didn’t say I wasn’t taking pictures of any food!
Israeli-style breakfasts really rock my socks. Even before The Fella came into my life I was smitten with the Israeli habit of eating salad with breakfast. Can you think of a healthier way to start the day?
For Sunday brunch I channeled The Fella’s homeland and made eggs, cucumber/onion/tomato salad, toast (I didn’t have any pita bread), and a wedge of soft cheese.
It would appear this made him very happy.
Another thing that makes me happy: Curling up in a fuzzy blanket with a good book.
I may be a little late to join the bandwagon, but I might be in love with Neil Gaiman.
Simple stuff kind of rocks. What are your favorite simple things?