So, I was going to write this blog post about our proposal story, because it had a lot of un-phreaking-believable phood involved, and then the awesome company who is hosting our wedding website (Appy Couple- make sure to check them out!) went and wrote a pheature all about it!
Did ya miss me, because I sure did- missed you, that is, ‘cuz I’ve been with myself this whole time.
I have a litany of arguably legitimate excuses. Pick your phavorite…
I got a new job. It’s a big, phancy one that requires a lot of effort and comes with impressive business cards.
I moved. Same town, new place… big enough for more than one person- and I’ve got an oven.
I’ve been dieting and eating such boring phood nobody would probably want to see it anyway. But I bake like a madwoman and just pawn it all off on my coworkers.
I was the sole victim of a long anticipated actual zombie apocalypse and have just recently rejoined the land of the living.
I got engaged in August and my life has become a phrenzy of nothing but wedding mumbo jumbo. Mumbo jumbo, in this context, refers to assigning high levels of importance to typically mundane items such as napkins, envelopes and such.
So here I am. Let it be known that I have, indeed, continued to photograph every meal, every snack, every bite over my approximated 20 calorie threshold. As the months have passed, I’ve lost the desire to continue the blog, tried to get myself to stop snapping fotos, and then realizing my deep longing to write about it all, tried to get myself back in the blogging swing of things. Then came the writer’s block of how to ease my way back into your hearts, in a charming, disarming and seemingly effortless way. Once I kicked that goal to the curb, I finally got myself to sit down and be nothing but honest.
Hence, I’m back. And it pheels oh so good!
I’m not sure how I will approach my coming posts, but I want to say thanks to you weirdos who have stuck with me through my hiatus. Y’all are phabulous.
My next post will be our proposal story (no this won’t become a wedding blog, other than to showcase the awesome phood we’ve selected for our reception!) but, shockingly, The Phella proposed at a restaurant (weird, right? it’s not like I like phood or anything…) and the phood fotos that evening are equal parts beautiful, comical and bling-ified (if that’s a word… if not then translate to obnoxious pictures of my rock…)
So until next time, which I swear won’t be long, I will bid you adieu!
Is bloggers rehab a thing, because based upon how severely I phell off the blogging wagon, I think I’m a prime candidate.
So until I phind myself a place to check in, I’m voluntarily leading myself through some of the steps… primarily admitting my wrongdoings and making amends to those of you who have continued to phollow me (amazingly despite my hiatus, I’ve gained phollowers and continue to have visitors to the site regularly, so thanks dudes!) Moral of the story: now is the time if you ever wanted something of me… ask away!
Looking back to Phebruary, which seems like an eternity ago, is an intriguing juxtaposition of painful and positive. I attempted to restart the ever so popular Bridesmaids Diet with marginal success. Life threw some curve balls my way, and being the queen of eating my pheelings, I didn’t want to let my subjects down. It’s phunny in a “I just laughed at something so inappropriate that I am certain I’ve just solidified my ticket to Hell” sort of a way, that when it rains, it truly does pour… and in this example, when I say “rain”, I’m talking about the piles of crap that rained down upon me- personally, professionally and whatever other -ally you can imagine.
That being said, it’s now May and I’m in one piece, so I should shut my mouth and appreciate what I am sure were some very “character-building” experiences.
In happy news, I am currently unemployed. Ok, not really, but I am a temporary woman of leisure for the next two weeks as I regroup in between a job that was my equivalent of a square peg and an amazing new job that I’ll be telling you more about as the posts get up to datw. Hence why blogger’s rehab starts today. I’m hoping I’ll be cured in record time.
The rumors are true. I actually phell off the phace of the Earth. It was quite an experience, but thanks to these new gravity boots, I’m doing quite well. (That was for you, Dainty…)
So it’s 2012, and the blogging will continue until morale improves… but with a phew changes.
#1- I plan to post weekly, because the whole every day concept was simply ludicrous. Unless y’all want to pay me to blog. If so, let’s talk. I am MORE than willing to be as ludicrous as you’d like if there’s actual cash involved. Or a book deal. I could handle that, too. Or phood. Well, really just pizza and wings.
#2- I am tired of carrying my big phancy camera around (not that I don’t absolutely adore my amazing camera- one of The Phella’s best gift ideas!) but it gets to be too much at times, epecially when pholks start to stare and become convinced I am a restaurant critic… (if I was, wouldn’t I be a bit more stealthy, I’d hope?). So moral of that story- I am testing out an iPhone photo only approach. I have downloaded the Camera+ app, which thus phar, I am rather pleased with, and we’ll see how it goes.
#3- I have some major catching up to do, but now that I’ve got a phabulous new computer, the process should lack the trials and tribulations I grew accustomed to with the old (and now suicidal) dinosaur of a laptop that I had.
So here’s January. It was a busy month…
We got back from a phabulous 10 day cruise, and coming back to reality was lame to say the least.
The Ducks won the Rose Bowl (The Phella was VERY excited about this, while I could not have cared less. You see, as much as I love him, I am a Beaver… and anyone who knows anything about college sports and the state of Oregon, we are destined to hate one another for life. Ah well, keeps it interesting!)
We both attempted the two week long Special K Challenge. No real positive effects for either of us (not to mention I phound it pretty impossible to stick to, as I’m such a social eater.)
We gained a new pooch, Clover, a spirited and slobbery English Bulldog who will make her debut in phuture posts…
I went to San Francisco and then San Diego to celebrate Dainty’s 30th birthday. Like the phirst ant at a picnic, we’re all taking the plunge this year… so I’ll say it right now. Don’t judge me for what I eat in May when I start to eat my pheelings.
I learned that baking bread in a toaster oven was not the best idea I’d ever had. I also learned that if you simply cut off the part of the loaf that caught on phire, nobody will complain.
When I click publish, my 2011 resolution will officially be complete! Literally every morsel of phood I ate (well, every bite over 20 calories, that is… had to draw the line somewhere since I assumed nobody wanted to see pictures of gum) photo-documented for the world to see… What an experience.
I will never phorget the pheel of eyes boring holes in my back as I whipped out a massive camera to take shots of tortilla chips and pizza buffets, the endless barrage of questions from those who were convinced I was a super secret phood critic and the terrifying realization that I am wholeheartedly, undeniably, and quite possibly harmfully obsessed with pizza and chicken wings. Coming to a close has a weird pheeling, but since I received a resounding response to continue the phood fotos madness, I am going nowhere. Lucky you!
So with that being said (or typed), here’s the last of it… The dates get a bit wonky somewhere around day three of The Phella and my cruise to Mexico, but the content is there. I think we’ll survive. Moral of the story- I ate my weight in pizza and phrozen yogurt and racked up quite a hefty tab at the specialty steakhouse onboard. I’d expect nothing less from myself, of course!
What better way to end my year of phood ridiculousness, I say.
Tomorrow is day one of The Bridesmaid’s Diet, which won the polls for the phirst diet to try in 2012. Wish me luck, as it is a diet I’ve made up… and while you might think that a masters degree would qualify me to create something like this, might I remind you that my degrees are in communication, African music and adult education. So I’ve got that going for me… which is nice.
I will make good on my commitment and phinish my documentation of 2011.
Just you watch.
Come Hell, high water or yet another technological barrier posed by one laptop with no memory left and the other with no iPhoto on it.
It’s a thrilling life I lead, I tell you. Thrilling.
So here’s December 1 to December 15. It included some dinners out in Davis (Ding How and Taste of Thai), a bit of pseudo-baking by yours truly (I included pictures even though I didn’t sample any of my efforts- I was personally most proud of the “Eggs & Bacon” inspired by Pinterest), a trip home to Carmel (my phirst visit back since I moved- including visits to Grasing’s, Will’s Phargo, Cantinetta Luca, Jeffrey’s, and Rio Grill… not bad for a two day visit, eh?) and some early holiday celebrating both home and away.
Again… thrilling, I know. Try to contain yourselves…
No, this is not a special seasonal artisanal ketchup recipe post… although I am sure many lovely posts that meet that description do exist somewhere out there. This, however, is not one of them. This is simply a lazy blogger making good on her commitments, despite her tardiness. So here’s the rest of November, pholks. December coming soon! I apologize for the delay but the new laptop lacks iPhoto at the moment, making it very non-helpful in regard to my blogging pursuits. Such is life. All will be well eventually. That’s a deep thought. I need sleep… or more caffeine.
P.S. The poll is getting great responses, so thank you all! Thus phar, the phront runners for my diet explorations this year are the Mediterranean Diet and the 100 Mile Radius, phollowed closely by Paleo. There is still time to vote (the polls will close this Phriday) so please take a moment to give me your two cents… because Lord knows I am incapable of making decisions on my own. Just ask The Phella… or maybe don’t. It’s a bit of a sticking point between us, well, anytime we need to decide something. So just save me the trouble and vote. Thank ya kindly!
P.P.S. It’s been so bloody long since Thanksgiving (if they gave out lame blogger awards, do you think I’d be in the running? Please say yes!) that it almost seems silly to mention, but I hosted this year, sans oven, and it was a great success! Two turkeys- one deep phried and the other grilled on the BBQ amidst a sea of bubbling Crock Pots. It was a beautiful thing for an oven-less girl like me. Oven Schmoven, I say! Thanks for listening. Just needed to toot my own horn for a moment.
Oh, my phaithful phollowers, how I have missed you!
It’s been a phull holiday season for this lazy blogger… complete with a bit of dieting, a lot of overindulgence, a cruise to the Mexican Riviera, a phamily death and a new phour-legger being added to the mix… but I digress.
Time for a new year and a new phocus!
Y’all rocked it in regard to responses from my last post- that poll was really helpful! While the overwhelming (and phabulous) majority of you voted to keep phoodfotos as it is, a phairly significant percentage asked for more recipes and such. You guys actually want me to cook???
This would be me... if I had an oven.
Obviously, herein lies the benefit of experiencing what I eat virtually instead of physically (unless The Phella is reading this… if so, then my apologies my dear, sweet boy and God bless you for your strong stomach and seemingly unending appetite!) – my skills in the kitchen have REALLY deteriorated over the years. But no more! I am ready to take on the kitchen phull stop. I will beat, whisk, chop and [not bake] it into my slave.
Here’s the new spin… wait for it, wait for it… (are you doing one of those annoying drum roll noises right now?)… I’m going to phocus on dropping the phat and becoming exponentially phabulous. Now, I don’t mean phat as in cool, because clearly I will always be that (in my own mind if nowhere else)… but phat as in the thirty odd extra pounds of crapola I’m hauling around.
Enough is enough.
Less phat, more phab will be my 2012 mantra.
I can do this… with your help.
Inspired by this (and the phact that the Bridesmaid’s Diet is searched almost every day on my blog), the phollowing poll contains an assortment of popular diets.
Today, The Phella and I are starting the Special K Challenge together to get things started. For the next two weeks, I will be documenting that process (after updating you (with help from my new laptop!) on the rest of November and December’s phood consumption… which, if I do say so myself… really went out with a bang thanks to the 24-hour pizza and phrozen yogurt bar on our cruise!)
Sadly, this is no longer considered a viable solution to cruise buffets. Pity...
By Phebruary, I will start with one of the diets you pick and try it for one month. If I don’t absolutely phall in love with it, I will switch to a new one the next month, and so on. I will read up on each one, teach you what I learn and pherret out delicious recipes, because I believe phirmly that with proper planning (and enough hot sauce), healthy phood CAN actually be enjoyable. Part of me just wrote that so I could try to believe it… that whole goals are more successful when you write them down concept and all that jazz…
Looks like a balanced meal to me!
So my catch up posts are headed your way this evening, but speak now or phorever hold your peace! Until then, I’ll be enjoying my cereal.
…and P.S. Not a single person mentioned by PH abuse. Thus, the phloggings will continue until morale improves!
Greetings, phoodies, and welcome to my last working Monday of 2011!
Now let’s talk turkey…
Phoodfotos.com was the brainchild of my 2011 new year’s resolution (see this post if you’re curious about the birth of the blog). It’s been a roller coaster of a year (see this post for an example of when it was really bad). The times when it was really good mostly resulted in my getting behind on blogging because I was too busy being starry-eyed because of my Phella, but documenting it via the phood I have eaten has been quite the experience- one that has been enlightening at times, horrifying at others, and a hodge podge of phun, malaise and overwhelm depending on the day.
Overall, do I see the blog as a success? Perhaps…
I’ve stopped snacking for the most part, because having an audience for everything I put in my mouth has changed the way I look at phood… a bit. You phollowers know I am a phabulously phervent lover of pizza and bacon, not to mention of self-proclaimed chicken wing enthusiast (others might call me obsessed but “others” should shut their mouths when they’re talking to me… only not in a mean way. I’m never mean when I’m thinking of wings!)
Phoodfotos.com has helped me to curb my habitual eating ways to an extent. I’ve tried new things on menus of restaurants I’ve been going to for years, leading to some excellent new discoveries (and some total bombs, too…)
On the phlip side, I have gotten so behind on so many of my posts (I can put the blame on boys, moving and technological issues, but ultimately it comes down to my own lack of phollowthrough). The blog has also succeeded in rendering me incapable of using the “f” on my keyboard. (Honestly, that was hard just now.)
Moving from Monterey to Davis really changed my habits, too, as I now have time to cook- mind you cooking only… no baking for the girl who managed to rent a house that lacks an oven… and sign a year lease. :( Also, not having a myriad of phriends to go out on the town with (see my thoughts on dining alone in this post) has placed my phocus much more phirmly in the kitchen. I’m really happy about that.
I have loved the act of blogging, loved receiving comments and pheedback, and loved gathering phollowers from across the globe. I have also gotten lazy and stopped carting my big honkin’ camera everywhere I go and relied on my iPhone on many an occasion, lost total motivation when I started to get behind on my posts and lost even more when pholks didn’t pheel the need to comment on my phoodie ramblings. And sometimes, a girl just wants to eat some damn McDonalds and keep it as a little secret between her and the drive thru window attendant.
Ultimately, this boils down to some internal conflict, so I turn to my phaithful phollowers, both phriends and strangers, to help determine my path. The poll will be open for the next phew days, until The Phella and I leave for a cruise to Mexico that we won’t return from until 2012. I vow to get the rest of my mastication madness documented on the site before we depart, and also to keep up my documentation on the cruise so as not to give up on my year-long commitment.
But know that the phuture of phoodfotos rests in your hands.