Hedonism, and all I gained from being a food blogger - not only weight!
For someone who claims to be a food blogger, I don't really talk about food, I think. My posts always seem to be about something other than food, really. I don't dig into the history of ingredients, or cooking methods, I don't research food and recipes thouroughly so I can talk about them with a real knowledge, I just play it by ear. I go, and see a picture of a dish, I ponder on it, I get ideas and I cook. I try mixing different flavours together, to see if it works for me. And when it does, I do it again.
I probably have the time to do all those things, thourough researches and studies, investigating the origins of certain dishes and ingredients, and it would probably enrich this blog, if I were to cite sources and studies, and go on and on about my food culture, had I any. But, as strange as this may seem, being a food blogger, I really don't have an interest in digging deep into the food culture and history. And, quite frankly, I do not have the time for it. I mean, if it were something I was interested in, I would find the time, I'm sure. It isn't. My day is pretty busy as it is, even though I don't have a job - by job I mean the work you do or service you provide in exchange for a salary.
Sure, it's fun to know - for me, at least! - random facts about this or that dish, this or that cooking method, this or that ingredient, but to be honest... my interest in food is purely hedonistic, as in so many things in my life. If it gives me pleasure, I will pursue it. If it bores me to death, I'll drop it. I like food because I like eating and drinking. I try to use moderation in both, but meals are all about hedonism for me. The way the tastebuds sing when food hits them, the scents and the depth of colours, the waking and arousing of the senses, it is a pleasure trip, it is a trip of sorts for me. Same as with my favourite wines. It's hedonism.
Much like blogging, actually. I blog for the pure hedonism of it. It is something that gives me pleasure. I get a high from writing posts and publishing them - just the word publishing sends shivers of joy down my spine, I mean, the fact that I get to publish what I write, what I cook, what I style and photograph, is there any bigger joy? I get an even bigger high from cooking and styling and photographing for my blog. It's hedonistic. It's all for the pleasure it gives me, the rush, the high. It's sort of like a drug, I think. With a real good trip, most of the times. Again, it's all down to hedonism.
Even when I get stupidly frustrated from not getting the recognition I *believe* I deserve, even when I get really angry at seeing that the pictures I had imagined did not come out the way I wanted them to, even when the statistics are low and I hardly have any comments at all, there is still a lot of pleasure I get out of it. Like recently, I opened up the statistics to find I had received nearly 300 visits in one day. I mean! 300 visits! I know there are a lot of blogs who get ten, a hundred times this number of visits a day, some of them ten, a hundred times far worse than mine, but still. This is a huge number for me. And it gave me a rush of pleasure seeing it.
And some of the most hedonistc pleasures I have gotten out of this blog have been the discovery of previously unknown ingredients. Before this blog I had never tried a blueberry, nor a gooseberry. I have, now, and I love them. I had also never tasted miso, or granola and now I know I really don't like those two. I became aware there was something called spelt flour which is really delicious, and buckwheat flour, which gives bread a gorgeous colour. I have made my aquaintance with chia seeds never to be made again, and with poppy seeds, to be repeated as often as I can. Poppy seeds are my new thing, you know. I'm kind of hooked on them. They kind of pop in your mouth, hedonistically speaking.
Blogging, and the pleasure I get out of it, have made me inventive in the kitchen, have made me inventive with a camera and with props - or the lack of! as I am always on such a tight budget - and have made me try new things, in every aspect. What's not to love about that? How could I not get a rush out of that? It has made me revisit old recipes and tweak them, trying out new pairings and new combos, like this old sponge cake which I have been glaming over for so long, adding all sorts of bits and pieces to what is really one of the simplest recipes in the world. This time round, I decided to use poppy seeds and mandarines in this cake. And to say it came out as if baked by angels, is not an overstatement. But then again, I am an hedonist at heart, and a fan of Angel as well...
So here's the recipe:
- 150 gr flour
- 150 gr sugar
- 150 gr butter
- 2 tsp baking powder
- 3 eggs
- zest and juice of one large mandarin
- 1 tbsp poppy seeds