Trifecta

I am going to make my life easier and throw the three things I love, eating, photography and writing into one. They sound like generic hobbies but truly I don't care. Each separate hobby was fighting for time and attention so what do you do when that happens? But them in a locked room until they become friends... or kill each other.

I am not a chef, nor a writer or artist... I am a dentist. I do like doing all those things and hopefully they will all feed off of each other and become something beautiful. I once took a writing class and the instructor told me he was looking forward to reading my work since he hoped it would be filled with the dark comedic dental stories. I don't want to write about that.

I moved to California and it was during one of those days I was fulfilling one of my west side life moments I would envisage taking part of. The farmers market scene. I would long have these dreams where I would romanticize myself, in comfortable but chic clothing, with a canvas bag on my arm. Laughing and walking around, squeezing ripe fruit and purchasing expensive food stuffs we would take home and prepare, drink wine, eat and make love. It wasn't exactly like that. I have those moments where I dream this ideal situation and when it actually happens, it falls short and I disappoint myself... must stop doing that.

I am not going to lie. I do fancy the trashy food of my youth at times. My childhood diet was made of of very two different parts. My mother would make very fresh vegetarian food every day and the other was Doritos, Processed cheese and soda. A juxtaposition that plagues me to this very day. Alas, I fight the urge to eat Kraft macaroni and cheese every now and then. I usually fail.

So, fasten your seat belts and take a culinary ride full of words and pictures (for those of you who do not like to read) as I document my journey into the beautiful word of local and fresh food that I have fallen into.