Thursday, January 7, 2010

Food as art.



































My dad is a great cook. I grew up with a gourmet chef dad. We had a great big garden in our back yard and our summer revolved around it. I remember running back in my bare feet, dodging the burr's in the grass, to get some green beans for dinner. I bring this all up because it wasn't odd to find my dad camped at a patio table carving some sculpture out of a vegetable or fruit. Apple swans, cucumber whales, and mostly flowers. Flowers of all sorts, that embellished the dinners he would make his girls. So when my Dad recently moved here, I was pleasantly surprised by this little tomato rose on my fruit salad. The whole thing was 2 inches high and he wrapped tomato peel around and around to make the bud and put it all on top of the tomato stem... So sweet I had to photograph it before eating. Yum. -A

5 comments:

jules said...

that's sweet, made my morning.

theresebullard said...

I love this....Sal is full of so many surprises!

Rebecca said...

I love this. Sal is the best.

Leann said...

Wow, how cool! My mom couldn't cook well. How awesome it must have been to be raised on yummy and pretty food.

Carol said...

Seems artists run in your family. What a beautiful way to love your family.