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- I cannot peel a boiled egg without giving it cellulite.
- I have panic attacks before icing a cake for a special occasion.
- I cannot sleep if I fail at a recipe, making batch after batch till I get it right. My kitchen looks like a catering house for a party of 60 when that happens.
- I need therapy for my cookbook addiction. I think I buy more cookbooks every month than I cook from (Yes, I am blaming marketing departments of those darned publishing houses).
- In my next life, I would like to be a pastry chef.
- I might be single handedly responsible for the zillion page hits bookdepository.com gets everyday after I indulge myself virtual window shopping for cookbooks. Mind you, I am just looking and wishlisting *cough cough*!
- Every now and then I will completely obsess about some particular food. A few years ago it was cupcakes followed by Agedashi Tofu followed by Okonomiyaki followed by soft centered eggs. When that happens, I NEED to have it every other day. Then I start making it every chance I get. This madness usually lasts for a couple of weeks. My current obsession is Cendol!
- When the urge to cook something hits, I first head to my windows and visually measure the amount of light streaking in.
If it is dark and blustery, I let my whim to cook pass because I know I won’t be able to get good shots of the food I cook. Well hello ISO and M mode! I am no longer a slave to the light outside the window! - When I watch movies or television shows, I am sub consciously scoping out surfaces, kitchen props and food on display.
- Whenever we go out to dine, Nick sits with an exasperated expression on his face, his stomach rumbling louder with each passing minute as I try to get a decent shot of the food that has arrived at our table. I only feel guilty sometimes.
- I grow a cartload of herb varieties in my backyard so I can have a fresh garnish for that perfect food shot.
- I once licked my finger and dabbed it on the lens to clean a smudge. ON THE LENS!!! SPIT!!!
- As days go by, obsessing about food, food and more food; I find myself becoming something of a food snob. Why buy a birthday cake when I can bake my own! Cookies from the supermarket? Blasphemy!! I need to bake my own gourmet cookies every week.
- I have taken up thrifting for unusual food photography props. As I head into a thrift store or op shop, I can feel the blood pounding in my veins and my heart hammering away in my chest. The thrill of scoring a rare vintage English floral plate or a hallmarked ornate silver spoon is tremedously palpable. Who needs to bungee jump after that kind of excitement?
- I need to build a separate room to store my kitchen and photography props, cookbooks and cooking magazines.
- I need to tweet about every single thing I am eating. The burning need to share with the world that I am having a piece of toast is ridiculously compulsive.
- I use Foursquare and Urbanspoon to log my food shenanigans and scope out new places to eat.
- I am constantly pinning kitchen, food, props and photography on Pinterest.
- I can probably count more celebrity chefs on my fingers than Hollywood celebrities.
- I roll sushi at 10 o’clock in the night so it is fresh for an early morning snack.
- I have truffle oil, rose petals, squid ink linguini, chocolate spaghetti, 3 different kinds of quinoa, chia seeds, dried porcini mushroom, 3 different kinds of salt flakes, every possible variety of beans, nuts and lentils in my pantry for a cooking emergency.
- I have close to 1000 cookbooks and cooking magazines overflowing from my shelves. Even then when the urge to cook strikes, I head to the computer and google the recipe.
- I go to bed thinking of food. I wake up thinking of food.
- The crusty sound that comes from breaking a freshly baked baguette is pure music. The bread scene in Ratatouille is the best ever!
- Vintage, retro and quirky food packaging gets my knickers twisted in a knot. I love bespoke labels, rustic crates and paper bags printed with gorgeous typography.
- Fete food is the best. Don’t tell me otherwise!
- I love playing Cooking Dash and have mastered all versions at all levels of difficulty. Flo rules!
- I wish Butterbeer was real and widely sold throughout the world!
- I have not eaten rabbit, kangaroo, crocodile and venison. I have no intention of doing so.
- I think Food Porn needs to be a legally and globally accepted term.
- My first attempt at making macarons was also my last. They looked like whoopie pies who needed to get to the gym.
- Shaking Jamie Oliver’s hand would be akin to being in the same room as Dalai Lama.
- I have peelers and cutters for everything under the sun. Mango, corn, avocado, strawberry, banana, pineapple … you name it. Do I use them? No. That is where my trusty knife comes in.
- At a 2 hatted restaurant for an extraordinary degustation lunch, the thing that I was most looking forward to was their bread and churned butter. I dreamt about it for days and stared at pictures of it longingly on other blogs that had reviewed the restaurant.
- I would love to possess knife skills of a fruit ninja. But I am scared to learn. So instead I practice on Fruit Ninja – the APP!
- When cutting chicken, I freak out if the head is till on. Sometimes I freak out more, if the head is unattached. So chicken cutting is left to Nick.
- Some of the most adventurous things I have eaten have to be tortoise eggs and frog legs.
- For all the food influence and thoughts that mark my everyday, I don’t eat very much. I love to feed.
So tell me guys, what is your quirky foodie/food-blogger trait?? Come on confess up!!