I can’t be the only person enamored with the simplicity of food photography. Shiny noodles. Charred steak. The fibonacci sequence found in a sliced artichoke.
I also can’t be the only one who almost always forgets to take photos of the finished product before it gets to the table. Right? Guests walk in the door, dogs go crazy, music turned up, bottles opened and I’m left with 400 photos of the ingredients and nothing of the final product.
At least the potatoes look good, right?