Or to put it another way, is comfort food homely? I know it's homey. But I get nothing but blurry, boring photos of my most soothing, nourishing dishes.
So, in honor of Rachael's funny post today of horrid phood photos, I will follow up my post yesterday (of my mom's brilliant watercolor of food) with this roundup of some of my own bloopers.
Above, you are looking at potatoes done in a nouvelle Japanese style, from my old dog-eared Moosewood cookbook. The potatoes are boiled in chunks, then finished in a skillet with a mouthwatering mix of sake, shoyu and butter. Yrrngghh! (Translation: ♥) But ugly!
OK, now this is a wonderful stuffed sugarpie pumpkin (the filling is made from rice and mushrooms and walnuts and onions and I forget what all, because it's a year old. Yes, the camera I used in those days was of the inferior variety, but still. I mean. Hello, focus?)
All righty, now. Fourth of July. Marin Sun Farms grass-fed double-cut rib eye. Gorgeous piece of meat. Ba-a-ad picture. (Folks, that "sharpening" tool on your image editing app will only give you eye-shattering shards of light and harsh outlines. It cannot fix the focus.) Good steak, though.
Finally, here you have my turkey-tortilla casserole made with my dad's homegrown Hungarian peppers. (For you less-frequent visitors, Cranky and I cooked a second Thanksgiving dinner after we returned from visiting the folks, so it's not totally salmonella'd.) It was so rico-suave. And it's even in focus. But not a great pic.