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| Photo courtesy of Robin Ove, from the blog, What About the Food |
People were very friendly, and the local food scene was asvibrant and interesting as I’d heard it would be, but the highlight was the photography workshop I got to participate in with my friend,and celebrated NY Times food photographer/writer, Andrew Scrivani.
Despite a few minor glitches, we somehow managedto fool the large audience into thinking we’d put on an informative andhighly entertaining show. My theory is that they were so hung over from the nightbefore that they weren’t fully aware what was going on, but nevertheless, thereviews on Twitter were embarrassingly positive.
In case you missed it, here’s a video that my friends at Jenn-Airshot, showing some highlights from the session. I’d like to thank them for sponsoringthe event, along with Anolon, Wüsthof, OXO, and Ninja. Also, a huge thank youto Sheri, Barnaby, and the rest of the Foodista/Zephyr Adventures’ team forinviting me to participate, and for putting on such a fun event. See you nextyear in Seattle!
For additional coverage of the event, I invite you to checkout Andrew’s IFBC post, as well as my new friend Paola Thomas’ entertaining recap here. Enjoy!
A Few Random Post-IFBC Thoughts:
Saying Goodbye to Social Media It’s over. The social media bubble is just about to burst,and anyone who is unfortunate enough to be standing underneath it when it doesis going to get soaked with scalding hot irony. That’s right, the very foodbloggers whose unbridled enthusiasm for social self-promotion helped build thischeesy soufflé, are now tiring of the pungent scent, and openly rooting for itscollapse. Shame on us. I’d do a Facebook poll to see what you think, but by thetime I figure out how to set it up, the site will probably be down.
Instagram, FTWOne app immune to this social media fatigue is Instagram. Itseems as though food bloggers love it just as much as the food in theirpictures. It’s no wonder. Thanks to Instagram’s filters, those forgettable cellphone shots we used to post are now brilliant works of art…every one ofthem…brilliant. What used to be a blurry eggplant is now transformed into ascene so poignant, Joseph Pulitzer would weep. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’mgoing to set up a shot of my cat sipping on a cappuccino.
Portland Has Great Food Michele and I had one great meal after another during ourstay. We enjoyed the uniquely delicious cuisine of Le Pigeon, got our smoke onat Ox, and dined al fresco at Departure, where we experienced a view asspectacular as Chef Gregory Gourdet’s food. And, don’t even get me started onthe amazing local beer and cocktails. I look forward to a return trip soon, so we can checkout all the places we missed. Thanks again to everyone to chimed in withrecommendations!
