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Food Blog Love Fest, Part ?

It goes without saying that we LOVED teaching our newest class, Styling and Photo Techniques
for Food Writers and Bloggers. It was so inspiring to see such passion and talent in our participants, and we feel like we've made some new friends.

Anita from Married With Dinner and Annie from Phoo-D have captured their workshop (and LA) experience just beautifully. Keep us posted, ladies and Annie, I think I NEED to have one of those grilled cheese sandwiches from Cube. Holy yum.

Matt Armedariz Images From Food Blogger Photography Weekends. Gorgeous.

Click here, and here, to enjoy some of our student's work!

Gaby Dalkin's Experience With Our Food Blogger & Photographer Workshop

This gorgeous image is all Gaby. So is this recap of the weekend. Love it!

We Recycle Turkeys (and Pies)

Thanksgiving On View From The Bay

Talking About Turkeys

Photo Courtesy of Victor Boghossian

I'm so excited to be back on View From The Bay on November 19. Gonna be talking turkey. I cannot roast a bird without thinking of a client who had a penchant for Thanksgiving. It was my own personal Groundhog's Day...

Years ago, I cooked for one of the richest men in the world. He had been a catering client and then asked me to come to work for him full time as his private chef. His peeps offered me a big bag of money, health benefits, and even stock options in his company. He was a commodities broker. Almost never left his home, did all his trading from his bedroom desk, and lived in his pajamas.

After a week of working there I knew that all the Lord had given him was money. He didn't have looks, personality, taste or kindness. The day he sunbathed naked outside the kitchen window I swear there was printing on the window that read "Objects may appear disappointingly smaller in direct sunlight."


The Lord works in mysterious ways.

This was when I was trying to sell my first cookbook. Working for "Mr. Oh-So-Rich" made it easier for me to eat. I would write in the morning and then cook at his house in the afternoon. Often I was testing the recipes I wanted to include in my cookbook. He paid for the groceries and gave me honest feedback.

I was able to buy the best of everything and his team of gardeners even put in an entire organic vegetable garden for me. My unlimited food budget, ocean-view kitchen and the fact that I hardly ever saw him made it a dream job. But there are always strings. And I never see them coming.

Turned out "Mr. Oh-So-Rich" loved Thanksgiving dinner. Really loved Thanksgiving dinner. The entire dinner: turkey, gravy, pies, potatoes, yams, stuffing. He could eat it every week. When his secretary started calling me at noon every Monday with "He'd like a full turkey dinner for dinner tonight. Ta da!" Here were the strings...tied right to his big old bag of money. He tugged the strings and I cooked the turkeys.

The first surprise turkey dinner was a small disaster. Turkeys are frozen in July and trying to thaw it and cook it in less than four hours was more than I could accomplish. I had all the side dishes and a pie but no turkey. The following week I bought the biggest chicken I could find and stuffed it. I put the sides in small casserole dishes to make the chicken look bigger but "Mr. Oh-So-Rich" was smarter than he looked. He knew it was a chicken.

By week three I had the butcher take a turkey out of the freezer on Friday and thaw it out for me in his walk-in over the weekend. With 5 hours to shop, drive and cook, I almost made it. So dinner was just a bit late...what's a few hours here and there?

I was talking to the turkey (I might have been a wee bit stressed) and setting the timer for my fifth week of Thanksgiving dinners (we're now into August) that I thought to myself, "If I cut this sucker up into 8 parts like a chicken and roast him on top of the dressing, and get rid of that heat-sucking cavity, I can probably cut the cooking time in half if not more." Desperation is the mother of genius.

For the year I remained at that job, I had the butcher cut a turkey into 8 parts every week. He did it on the band saw in the back of the butcher shop. Not only did the turkey parts cook faster and the drippings go directly into the stuffing, I never worried that some parts were more cooked than others. If the breast finished cooking first, I removed it. Turkey perfection became my moniker; the butcher my new best friend.

I can't cook a turkey without thinking about "Mr. Oh-So-Rich". I actually grew fond of him after a year of cooking for him, but when he remarried I decided to leave. I was scared off when I heard his fiancé believed in coffee enemas. I saw my future: "Decaf or regular, Madame?" and decided there was only so much I could brew.

I'll be cooking a ham this Thanksgiving.

Styling and Photo Techniques for Food Writers and Bloggers. Weekend one. Success!

To say our Photography Techniques for Food Bloggers and Writers workshop last weekend was fun would be an understatement. To say the foodies, photographers and bloggers who attended were talented, delightful, and packing heat with some serious cameras would be a gross understatement.

Danielle, of Bon Vivant, was one of our participants. Her blog blew us away and we just had to share her excellent post on her experience of the class.

Click here to enjoy. I know we did, and this is only part I! I'm thinking part II we will get to see her project (which is gorgeous). Stay tuned...

Don't Sweat The Holidays, Proclaims Denise on News In The Morning KNSD