one taste at a time… one year later

It has been about a year since I decided to start my food instagram. Maybe it was because I had a zillion pictures of food from the past few months taking up all the space on my phone; maybe it was because I had just recently returned from France (aka culinary heaven on earth) and felt inspired in all sorts of ways; or maybe it was just because it was summer, and free time was my friend. Whatever the case, I made a rather impromptu decision one afternoon to create it. And one taste at a time was born. The original intent was also to accompany it with this very blog, but I have been a bit negligent when it comes to blogging duties. For this, my few but loyal followers, I apologize.

Screen Shot 2015-06-29 at 9.53.35 PM
ooooodles of zoodles
Screen Shot 2015-06-29 at 9.53.49 PM
wheat-free granola
Screen Shot 2015-06-29 at 9.54.05 PM
smoothie bowl

It has been about a year, and I’m pretty positive insta-fame is not in my post-grad future, regardless of how many smoothie bowl pictures I post and trending #hashtags I include. But that was never the point, after all.

The reason why grocery stores, local markets, cooking, and pretty much all-things food bring me joy is because, at the end of the day, when all the pots are cleaned and the dishwasher full, it’s about so much more than the food eaten. It’s about the companionship, community, traditions, and love fostered during the profoundly human act of making a meal together.

My culinary idol M.F.K Fisher put it best when she wrote, “… like most other humans, I am hungry. But there is more than that. It seems to me that our three basic needs, for food and security and love, are so mixed and mingled and entwined that we cannot straightly think of one without the others. So it happens that when I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the huger for it, and warmth and the love of it and the hunger for it… and then the warmth and richness and fine reality of hunger satisfied… and it is all one.”

Everyone has to eat. And what a shame it would be if we went through life with no pleasure or greater meaning associated with that necessity. What a shame it would be if we, as a human family, were simply fed but not nourished in all the ways.

One taste at a time is the creative manifestation of the people and values I hold close to my heart. So thank you, my few but loyal followers, for reading. And hopefully I’ll have the pleasure of cooking with you sometime soon.