Breakfast seems like a promising platform on which to introduce myself. My name is Kelly, and I'm a copy editor at The News Tribune. I also write for our blog GritCity. But I'll be pitching in here on the Diner, too.
Maybe it's my voyeur side, but I'm one of those people who watches what comes out of the kitchen and what table it's headed to.
I post food pictures on MySpace.
I want to know what you're eating, and how it was.
This site gets my obsession. Photographer Jon Huck takes portraits of people and what they ate for breakfast.
The images have an intimate quietness I dig, capturing that moment of stillness in the morning when there's a breeze through the window and fresh strawberry jam, that sweet balm.
It's almost enough to make me an optimist.
Anyone been out in the berry fields yet this year? I fear I missed strawberry season, but with this chilly, wet, late summer, maybe there's a flat of stragglers left over that'd translate to some jam or a simple no-cook pie. I remember one summer back home in Illinois where we macerated tiny homegrown berries with a little sugar, then piled them in a baked pie crust and let the whole thing ooze and chill till it reached ambrosial sweetness.
How 'bout it, any U-pick reports out there?