Foodies

Ok, if you read this blog with any sort of regularity, you know that I've recently developed a love of photography. It's a hobby that is a bit more compatible with being a dad of two than my previous pastimes (playing in bands, tinkering with home theater/audiophile stuff that are LOUD, drinking heavily, etc.). After Bwana's hand-me-down Nikon came my way a little over a year ago, I jumped in and decided to learn everything I can about photography.

A less-recently-developed interest for me is good food. I guess you'd say Steph and I are "foodies." Even back in the days when we both waited tables (B.M.)(that stands for "before marriage", not "bowel movement," though those two must be somehow related) we spent a disproportionate amount of our income on fine dining. Back then, we'd each make $70 in tips on a Thursday night and then go have a $100 meal somewhere on Friday night. Somehow we got our bills paid...Now that we have kids, I'd say that amount is a bit less disproportionate, but we still love food and wine.

Stacey, who shares our love of food and happens to write for various and sundry publications in Memphis, recently got me my first gig as a photographer. She took me along on an excursion to three Memphis restaurants, reviewing one dish at each. It was a ton of fun-- I quickly got good at pretending to be a real photographer. I'm pretty happy with the results, as was my belly. (Wait--I didn't mean I ate the photos, I meant the food was good.)

Stacey documented the full outing better than I can-- check it out here. Thanks a ton for the opportunity, Stacey-- it was really fun. Now, does anyone else need me to come take a picture of their Fruit Loops or Lean Cuisines? If so, would you mind paying me a lawyer's salary? Thanks.