I Drew A Picture of My Food #2

I made this cauliflower a couple nights ago. It’s a variation of recipe for chicken wings I saw on the FitMenCook YouTube channel (this is a great great channel you should check out, by the way). A lot of people seemed intrigued by it, so here ya have it, folks!

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Full page on Bristol board this time. Hand drawn with pencil, fine tip Sharpie, and colored pencils.

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Detail of food

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Ingredients, a must.

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Recipe detail.

Any questions, feel free to comment! I’ll just be over here crying over the new Ryan Adams song and Lil Bub video that came out today. PEACE.

I Drew A Picture of My Food #1

Last night I made some pretty simple, pretty bangin’ crustless quiche. I had a half bunch of asparagus I really needed to use before it started the great slime. My favorite vegetable really does not age gracefully. Instead of your standard “here’s a picture of my food” I thought: I should draw a recipe. My brain is busy and glittery. I can’t help myself.

Ever heard of the Moosewood cookbook? I love that thing. My friend Betheny bought me a copy many moons ago and I’ve always thought how rad would it be to draw a cookbook.

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My copy.

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Exhibit A

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Exhibit B

AND, here is my version of a hand drawn recipe. I drew it in the antique ledger that I had been journaling in for a bit because I just thought it looked cooler.

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The recipe itself was pretty straight forward. Gluten free, obviously, to accommodate my fickle guts. Also, vegetarian, but certainly not vegan. I used a feta, cheddar, parmesan cheese blend because that’s just what I had. I’m sure you could sub any veggies you have on hand. The parmesan crisps topping was from a bag I got to put on salads the last time I was at Kroger. Also, measurements are pretty loose. I cook very intuitively.

It was fun to experiment. I may stick to a more pen and ink approach next time, but I do enjoy adding the pops of color. Maybe I’ll dedicate a new sketch pad to it in the future. What do you think? Fun idea?

 

 

Listening with open eyes

A couple of days ago I spotted a lonely paintbrush on the ground. I was compelled to take a picture of it.

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Was it discarded on purpose? Maybe the guy painting the building facade across the street threw it at a passing car being driven by his archenemy. Maybe it was in someone’s back pocket and slipped out quietly to make a life all its own (I’m reminded of the Blur video “Coffee & TV”).

It was really the randomness of it that made me stop and take the photo. Or was it random? Is anything really random? I think that less so the deeper I dive into myself and my connection to my environment and the world and universe. Interconnectedness.

Later in the day my husband informed me he had finished painting the front porch. The same grey color that was on this outcast, little brush.

On the surface, I don’t think that it really means much. But it doesn’t make it any less fantastic about how, when tuned into the present moment, you can make a connection between just about anything. Therein lies the meaning, probably. What makes life worth showing up to every day. Wander. Wonder. The world is constantly speaking to us.

I’ve drawn some stuff lately that I plan to sew, too.

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I’ve carried many a torch in my life.

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One of my son’s ideas. Misspelling not intentional, obviously will be amended later.

A consistently encouraging friend of mine has been pushing me to apply for the arts festival again next year. I think I will listen and work towards that. That’s right. I’m going to listen. Less expectations, more openness. I’ve been letting it seep in my skin this year as much as I can.