What Makes Me The World’s Worst Food Blogger?
I love food. I cook regularly, and I try new things often. I would say I have reasonable skills in the kitchen and that I have a pretty broad knowledge of flavours and styles.
I also love photography. While sitting firmly in the ‘amateur’ camp, I still enjoy the hours and hours of learning that I put in to becoming a better photographer. I shoot all kinds of photos and I have some that I’m very proud of.
Yet, for some reason, I can never seem to combine the two. Almost since I started this blog, I’ve thought to myself that I should have a food section. However, every time that I knock up something half Pinterest-able (okay, I’ll admit it, I don’t understand Pinterest), I forget to take a photo of the result.
It’s most likely to do with one of us being starving by the time the food is ready. Hannah has recently taken to walking her high chair over to the table and standing there with an expectant look on her face. If she is really hungry, she’ll try and climb in to the chair, all the while giving a diatribe on why she should be fed immediately.
If it’s not her, it’s me. I like the food that I cook, so the number one priority when cooking is done is to get it to my face as quickly as possible. No time to painstakingly present the food and take photos from every conceivable angle. Just whack it on a plate and get it in my belly.
It’s usually about half-way through the meal that I remember that I wanted to take a photo. Of course, by then it’s too late. Or is it…?
Yes. Yes it is too late. But damnit, I’m going to take the photo anyway. Because the food is too good not to share. Besides, surely everyone is sick of all the over-glamorised, self-indulgent food pictures that dominate Instagram and food blogs these days. I’m keeping it real. You’re welcome.
World’s Worst Food Blogger Steak, Home-made Chips and Salsa
Here it is, my first ever World’s Worst Food Blogger post! I was about halfway through this tasty meal when I remembered to take this snap. Perhaps it was the article on Insta Success that inspired me!
I know what you’re thinking – that steak looks well overdone. Normally I would agree with you, but having Hannah has forced some changes to the ways in which I cook. It’s very hard to perfectly sear a steak over a gas stovetop when every couple of minutes you have to chase a young child who is eager to climb the stairs. The inevitable result of that is a screaming smoke alarm and a tough, overcooked steak. Also, it is recommended that food is thoroughly cooked for babies, they’re not really supposed to sit down to a blue steak.
I recently discovered the joys of oven-cooking such cuts of meat. Low and slow is my new mantra. Don’t be fooled by the colour of that meat, it was still so juicy and tender that it could be cut with a butter knife. A couple of hours at around 100-120 C does the job (longer time for lower temperature).
The problem with this method of cooking is then the potato and sweet potato chips. No-one likes soggy chips. That was overcome in two ways – firstly by using the top element of the oven in conjunction with the fan-forced rear element, and secondly by cranking the heat at the very end, while the meat rested. The chips were soft in the middle, but still had that bit of crunch around the outside.
The final piece of this delicious puzzle was a salsa of sorts. It was the ideal way to use up some bits and pieces that needed eating – a couple of tomatoes, some red onion, red capsicum, olive oil and lemon juice. It was the perfect accompaniment to the steak.
So there you have it, the first ever meal in my World’s Worst Food Blogger series. I plan to bring you one photo each week ,from the meal that I have most enjoyed. Given my (very low) success rate with remembering to take the damned photo, this may well not happen. Only time will tell…