What happened to all the food? by Naima Lowe

My dear 6 readers (I just found out today that there's another one, and in Olympia Washington of all places! Awesome!), I've gotten a bit behind with my food posting, and while I'd like to blame my camera (sorta true) I actually just have to blame my total lack of discipline (more true) I fully intend on getting back on the bandwagon, especially since I've been totally inspired by some interesting fat positive media out there. One thing that everyone in the world, and especially the 6 of you, should know about, is Fat Dinosty. Erin Remick is a complete and total genius living in Portland, OR. She makes various kinds of media, but I'm especially in love with this amazingly cute and funny project about cute fat animals trying to live and love outside of ridiculous body fascism.


I also recently received the first issue of Eat Me: Queer Food Porn. It is really funny, smart and hot. While I have made occasionally cynical comments on the resurgence of 'zines as a form (I recognize that they have contemporary relevance, but I can't help but wonder if there's some sort of strange early 90s nostalgia going on, which I'm generally suspicious of), they do suit my increasingly short attention span. Also, this one has recipes. Yum.

Ok, this has made me resolve to get back into it. I'll fight the good fight! I will photograph my food!

Yours Most Truly


Light to Dark by Naima Lowe

This morning (ok afternoon) I made my favorite breakfast of poached eggs, toast and sliced pink grapefruit. This is a meal that always feels robust and nurturing. There are food groups. The day can be started correctly. So even though this was a somewhat lazy day, it still felt like a substantial day.

I felt so inspired by my breakfast in fact, that I decided to go for a swim. Now, my dear three readers, contrary to popular belief, writing a blog about ones art and being an adjunct at a state university doesn't actually pay all that well. So instead of swimming in the indoor pool in my mansion, I downloaded a free 2 week pass to a place called Aquahab and Aquatic Fitness Center. While there I swam some laps in the Olympic sized pool (heated to 85 thanks very much), and then soaked in the gigantic whirlpool for a while. I showered and dried myself off in the sauna listening to middle aged ladies discuss their compulsions for chocolate, gambling and booze. I felt right at home.

When I got back to my house, I decided to bake my world famous rosemary-olive oil-balsamic-salt-pepper chicken legs. However, about 5 minutes after I put the chicken in the oven, all the lights on my block went out. My stove is gas, but the pilots are electric. I couldn't figure a way to light my stove, so instead of baked chicken, I had non-battered fried chicken. It was difficult to figure out when the chicken was done since I had all of 5 candles to light the entire dining room and kitchen. But it made for a nice picture.

Yours Truly


This is downright pornographic by Naima Lowe

I seem to be getting better at this whole food photography thing. This meal was delicious, but it looks even more so in these pictures. Poached Eggs, Goat Cheese Grits, Kale Sauteed with Shallots, Sliced Tomato. The tomato was actually a late addition to the plate. I've found that my desire for color in my compositions is doing wonders for the vitamin content of my meals. Yummy.

Yours Truly


Chop Chomp Chop by Naima Lowe

I seared this center cut, bone-in pork chop with a combination of canola and sesame oil, and then sauteed sliced almonds and chopped pears in the same pan. The pears and almonds went over greens that I drizzled with a bit more sesame oil and seasoned rice vinegar. This is a rare meal that I make just for one because Kristina doesn't eat mammals. Her loss.

Breakfast of Champions by Naima Lowe

Dear Readers, For those of you who know me well in the real world, you won't be surprised to find out that I rarely see the day before 9am, so the fact that I was up at 7am this morning to make breakfast for my special lady friend is quite the feat. I have gotten into the habit of photographing almost every meal that I make, and this morning was no exception.

Toast, Eggs Over Hard, Tomato, Grapfruit Half, Tea in a Pink Cup. This particular meal is one of my favorites, though I haven't indulged in quite a while, mostly because grapefruits are somewhat expensive to come by. The eggs are over hard, which my lady friend didn't appreciate so much, but made me quite happy. The photograph is pretty good, don't you think? I think I've got the whole DIY food design thing down pretty well. Doesn't it all look so casual, yet perfect, yet appropriately rough around the edges? Yep, just like everything else in my life.

The photograph doesn't show that I attempted to read a conversation between Miranda July and James Franco in the Panorama Book Review over that meal. While I am not afraid to admit that I think they are both swell, I found the article far too precious on so little sleep. (Like, we get it. You're artists and you dropped out of college and you're quirky because you're artists. Oops Naima, that's really snarky. I'm supposed to be all earnest and stuff here.)

Anyway, I made it half way through the article before I decided to start editing the photos I've been taking. I'd like to be a really diligent performance artist or whatever and show you how exhaustive my work has been, but I really only want to show you the ones that came out well. Because, you know, I like things that are pretty.

This one of strawberries was taken on Boxing Day, Jan 26, and was one of the first that I took. I discovered early on that my kitchen, while small and often dirty, is a pretty good place for taking photos during the daytime. The light is quite nice. This meal is sliced strawberries with plain yogurt, quinoa, and maple syrup.

I got the idea to start photographing my cooking during a fit of creativity brought about by the fever and clausterphobia while I spent 10 days sick in bed with an ear infection that wouldn't die. Some of the ideas that I jotted down during those late night sweaty revelations were entirely horrible, but this one is pretty good. I like making food, and I like taking pictures. This is by no means original. I also like looking at pictures of food, especially on the internet. There is also another project in the works related to this that may be more original, but I'm feeling content with the simplicity of joining the ranks of online food enthusiasts.

The baked acorn squash was part of a dinner that I cooked for me, the lady friend, and two friends who came over for a "double date." I'm not used to such things, so I went all out with the cooking. Also on the menu was: Baked Tilapia, Beet and Greens Tossed Salad, Hoppin' John (minus the pork), and Portuguese Green Wine. I think we had ice cream for dessert. The baked pear in the middle is covered in cinnamon and garnished with plain yogurt and maple syrup. Winter makes me want to bake. Last but not least are my famous chocolate chip coconut peanut butter cookies. Winter makes me want to bake a lot.

So dear readers, please enjoy the fruits of my labor and stay tuned for more.

Yours Truly,