I’ve been meaning to direct you all to a bit of foodie porn as of late. The pics at Canelle et Vanille so make me wish knew how to cook and was much less of a disaster in kitchen. (I have tried, dear reader, even if I’m doing well I tend to put things into the oven and manage to burn them when distracted by a cat, a phonecall, or the internets.) and, of course, I have no idea if all beautifully photographed food actually tastes as good as it is pretty. I’m a bit envious of my friends who can just whip things up (though I suppose having something besides three day old pizza, soy sauce, and soap in their fridge might help for impromptu cuisine.) My mother is an amazing cook, as is my sister, but it was apparently not a gene I inherited, terribly sad since I am definitely a girl who loves to eat. It doesn’t even seem to be an affliction endemic to poets since Bronwen is always posting lovely food pics.On another note, I recently stumbled upon the Aussie import Feed, which I have to admit was the only movie that resulted in me having that look on my face throughout the entire film (you know the one that looks like one just stepped in dog poo). It wasn’t that the movie was horribly made. (it was pretty low budget but well-scripted and edited artfully.) but the subject matter was itself rather disturbing-—an internet crime division detective goes off in search of a man tying obese women up in his house and force feeding them to nigh over 600 lbs and taking odds on when they will die. I don't consider myself a prude by any standards, and always lumped the “feeders” in with all those other slightly odd sexual preferences, ie. furries, and plushies, and those people really like balloon animals, I have to admit I was a little shocked and disturbed by the film to the point where I almost turned it off a couple times. Amid the torture and cannibalism, there is a bit of statement about women’s bodies and weight standards, but admittedly it gets sort of lost in the disturbingness. I have a way of finding these movies and then sort of wishing I hadn’t.
