Fixation
The latest subject of my photographic eye has been food. Judging from my obesity, it’s not the only part of me that is obsessed with it. This week, I trekked downtown and took photos of the coffeehouse. What I hate most about this place is that they never get the flavored drinks right. For example, you’d expect that when you get a 12-oz. iced Karamella, you would have the following ingredients: coffee, caramel, half and half, whipped cream and a little bit of ice. This is what I got: whipped cream, ice. I think there was some coffee, but my ice cubes never melted. There was a drab of caramel, but that was hidden underneath the cubes, too. That happened Sunday.
Yesterday was time to pick up my mom’s Mother’s Day present, a large pizza from our favorite pizza shop (that’s all that she wanted). It’s only my third time there, and I have been dying to photograph its collection of tomato sauce cans. It’s funny that there are all these cans of California tomato sauce. My mother swears that the pizza here tastes like New York style pizza from when she was a teenager. I would hate to break the bad news for her.
permalink | | photography | 05/07/2005
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