Food is an important part of my life.
One of the greatest things about growing up was that both my father and mother enjoyed cooking, and they were good at it. |
| Shot in my kitchen; Canon 7D; 18-55mm (at 42mm) lens; ISO 200; f/5.6; 1/100 sec. I fired two flashes; one was above, slightly behind, and to the right of the bowl with a small, handmade beauty dish. The other was fired at a white board above and pointing down (from camera left) at the bread. |
My father learned to cook from his mother, who was from German stock. However, he was born and raised in New York, so there were also a lot of influences throughout the communities he lived in, socialized in and worked in. Although my father cooked a variety of things, one of the constants was that he cooked A LOT of it. It was as if he was cooking for the troops every time he made something, whether it was a roast, soup, pancakes…but, with three growing boys in the home there had to be plenty of food. What wasn’t consumed right away may have been sealed in jars or frozen, or eaten as leftovers the next day. If it was simply put in the fridge, it wouldn’t last very long.
