Food to Obsess Over
I admire obsession in others, and I love food. Small wonder then that I LOVE reading about people who are so dedicated to finding perfection in a certain type of food that they blog about it.
I have two such sites to offer to you, both of them are as readable and enjoyable if you love this type of food or if you hate it, in my opinion.
The first is Russel Davies’ Eggbaconchipsbeans, a blog dedicated to reviewing traditional English fry-up breakfasts. I don’t like eggs, but everything else in an english breakfast is very much up my alley, and it’s impossible to read a review of any place here and not find your stomach growling. That’s not why I was caught up in the site though, it was the description of the restaurants, the condiments, lovingly photographed and described with such care and grace. The blog was much less about telling you what a place was like than it was about making you feel like you had been there. Traveling, via your mind, to another country to eat a simple breakfast, then returning to your chair, hungrier but richer.
A description of a fry-up, accompanying a lovely photo:
I love those chips. They almost seem like salmon leaping over some rocks to dive into the beans. While nearby lies a limpid pool of egg. And a sylvan glade carpeted in bacon.
I want breakfast worthy of this description every day.
Along those lines, there is the even more obscure yet interesting Great Taco Hunt. This is a blog put together by a man whose passion is to find the greatest taco in what he feels is the greatest taco city in the world, Los Angeles. There are pictures of all the tacos and the taco wagons, really giving a good feel for the both the food and the cross section of demographics in Los Angeles. Even better are the almost poetic descriptions of the adventures that are encountered in the search for the perfect taco, like:
I threw some corn tortilla to each bird and then another bird showed up. Pretty soon I had about 10 birds around me. I didn’t want to lose them so I kept feeding them bits of tortilla.Pretty soon I had 20 birds, then 30 birds, then so many birds I lost count.
But I fell in love with the birds, I needed them and they needed me too. They quickly annointed me “bird grand chancellor of tacos el unico”. It was a unanimous vote except for one dissenting vote to which I quickly designated him an enemy combatent to the bandini throne and he was denied all tortilla rations.
I was such a popular leader that other birds from other provinces came to honor me. I was a man of the birds and it was a triumphant time. My popularity was at an all time high and my birds chirped with nationalistic pride. But it was all a fraud ,my government was built on shaky ground and I had run low on chip rations.
Reading that, you wouldn’t think that the writing is all about the tacos, but honestly and purely, it is.