Sunday, 2 November 2014

Living with a food blogger


This post has been written by my boyfriend, Chris. So whether you're a food blogger who can relate, or you fancy sharing this post with your own disgruntled friends and family - I hope you enjoy! 


“CHHRRRRRRRRIIIISSSSSSSSS dinner's ready!”

Is there any sweeter sound? 

“Here, take this free beer whilst I give you a foot massage” is probably up there but unfortunately that has never been said to me.  “Yes, that’s right this is the winning Euro millions rollover ticket.”  Another belter– but again, never been uttered.

“CHHRRRRRRRRIIIISSSSSSSSS dinner's ready!”

It’s a phrase I hear almost every day - not on those days where I’m fending for myself, but such days shall not be mentioned on a food lovers blog, as what happens on those evenings in no way resemble food love. Chicken noodles with a tin of tuna anyone?

I used to welcome it.  The thought of a homemade ‘something’, from one of the 100s of Jamie Oliver books we have, would catapult me into a dreamlike state – not dissimilar to Homer in the land of chocolate.

For months this was the case.

“CHHRRRRRRRRIIIISSSSSSSSS dinner's ready!”

Woohoo!  Quick stop off at the kitchen to collect and then I’m chowing down on Jamie’s meatballs…sorry.


“CHHRRRRRRRRIIIISSSSSSSSS dinner's ready!”

Woohoo! Quick stop off at the kitchen at then it’s sausage pasta time!

“CHHRRRRRRRRIIIISSSSSSSSS dinner's ready!”

Woohoo! Quick stop off at the kitchen at then it’s….  vegetarian?! What?! Ok I’ll go with it as it’s a Wednesday.

Then something happened.  A change.  And not a welcome one.

A camera was purchased that had a macro setting.  A URL was purchased with a pasta pun in the title.  My girlfriend became a food blogger.

Now this doesn’t sound too horrendous at first as you may think. “Chris, surely this is a good thing as you will get to eat more lovingly prepared foo…..”

To which I interject. “Pipe down you idiot, don’t you see what this means!”

As now, instead of the quick stop offs at the kitchen to collect my dinner, I instead get greeted with:

“DON’T take that!  I haven’t finished it yet”

“Chicken, pasta, broccoli, peas, …ermm Soph…what’s left to go on it?”, I say.

She looks at me perplexed. “I need to photograph it.”

“Is that like a microwave?”

“No, I need to take a picture of it and yours looks best”

And it’s always mine that needs to be photographed too, Soph's is never aesthetically pleasing enough.  Nope. Never. Not once.  It’s always mine.

So I have to wait.  Exposure, after exposure, after exposure I wait.  Whilst the chicken is nowhere even close to being exposed to a knife and fork.   “Is that good enough?” I ask.

“No, the lighting isn’t right.  I’m taking it in the other room, wait there.”

Picks up my dinner and strolls right past me with it.

A way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.  This is torture.  What have I done to deserve this!?!  Oh yeah, I bought you the camera. Dang.

“CHHRRRRRRRRIIIISSSSSSSSS dinner's ready!”

I think I’ll give it a minute.


10 comments :

  1. Hahaha I'm sure my friends & family know this feeling well - they love the yummy food but hate waiting for photos to be taken first!

    Charlotte / coloursandcarousels

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    1. Pros and cons hey! Hopefully the food is worth the wait (so I keep telling myself...)

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  2. Haha I think my boyfriend would agree with this except being a photographer he always has to help me with the photos before I let him eat! I regularly wake him up on a weekend so he can help me dress something before I can eat breakfast. I'm still hoping that really getting to eat all the delicious food (and date awesome people *wink wink*) outweighs this though? :P x
    Hannah / Hannah Bakes Things

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    1. Hahaha, yes I think both of those points are valid ;)

      Also - how handy for you to have a live-in photographer! x

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  3. Haha definitely sending this to my boyfriend. The worst is when we're in a restaurant and I want a photo of his food without his top/beer/hand in the background xx

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    1. Hehe, he hasn't had to cope with that.....yet! Maybe I should pre-warn him.

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  4. I need some food photography tips, I'm useless! Really funny post, I'm sure the food is definitely worth the wait!xx

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