St. Well, St. Patrick’s Day is just around the corner and everyone is getting amped up with bright green clothing and decorations. Since Mardi Gras is over, the store are starting to stock St. Patrick’s Day baked goods, cookies and treats, all a lurid green from a generous application of food dye.
I’m just not feeling that this year. I mean, the green tee-shirts and beer, absolutely, but the crazy florescent cupcakes just aren’t doing it for me right now. I’m not getting down on food coloring. I use it to decorate things all the time; I’m just in the mood for something a little more subtle.
So I pondered what to make for several days and then it came to me — mint chocolate chip ice cream. Not the grocery store ice cream with that aggressive minty burn and saturated color of my childhood, but something made with real mint and with a delicate touch of green from those leaves infusing in the milk… Continue reading
A friend once told me that photographers don’t photograph people or things,
photographers capture the light being reflected off of those people or things.
While intellectually I understood that we see is really just light reflecting off of matter, it took a while for the practicalities of that to sink in. I let the concept sit in the back of my mind for a while, not taking up much operating room, but every once in a while I would see the light reflecting off of a tree in a way I hadn’t noticed before, or how a tiny glow reached out to halo my friend when she stood with her back to the sunset.
Finally, I got it. Light matters. Especially in photography. You might have the most exquisite cupcake imaginable sitting in front of you, but in the wrong lighting it could look flat and pedestrian. In the reverse, you can take something quite ordinary and make it intriguing by being clever with the lighting.
I was going to make beignets for Mardi Gras. Truly, I was. In fact, I even made a batch, but I just wasn’t blown away. At first I was confused and concerned. After all, I’ve heard over and over how wonderful beignets are. Then I remembered; I’m a cake doughnut kind of girl. I will almost always take a cake doughnut over a yeast doughnut. Beyond that, I will always choose an old fashioned doughnut over any other kind. So I threw caution to the wind and made old fashioned sour cream doughnuts for Mardi Gras.
February 22 was an unusually warm and sunny day in Decatur, GA, which was a lucky turn of events for the Annual Oakhurst Wine Crawl. Decaturites appeared at Oakhurst Village en mass to bask in the evening sun with copious amounts of wine.
The fact that I decided to walk into Oakhurst Village for the Wine Crawl rather than drive is evidence of my excellent decision making skills. This was my first time at the event and I just wanted to check it out. I had no idea what lay in store.