This Labor Day weekend I had my first ever food truck experience. On the left you can see my Shrimp B.L.T. in all of it's glory, right before it ceased to exist.
As I was walking around, staring through my phone camera looking for the perfect patch of sunlight, my sister asked me why I always have to take pictures of my food.
Instagram alone is home to legions of food posts and naturally most people write taking a photo of your meal as typical "white girl behavior".
Well, I intend to defend the nature of seemingly frivolous food photos.
I rarely post any pictures of food. In fact, most of them get lost in the depths of my camera roll or in the dusty files of my PC. However, I continue to take them. For me their intended purpose has a simple explanation.
When I was younger I was in a constant panic that I would forget the things that I had done. I started countless diaries, and even asked my mom to help me write down the events of everyday. Eventually, when I was 13, photography became my avenue for alleviating this fear. I started documenting EVERYTHING. And I certainly haven't stopped. I now realize that memories naturally fade with time. But photos can make a moment last forever. Of course this sandwich is not important in the greater fabric of my life. But it was a beautiful moment....so I took a picture. Please keep taking pictures of your food, you never know when one will turn out especially nice .