Moving Pictures: A Video Post

 

Today I leave you with a few moving pictures as I pack my bags and head towards Ireland for the Plate to Page Workshop.

This fantastic video brings back great memories of the Weimar Food Styling and Photography Workshop, which Sandy and I gave in March this year. It gives a small insight of what happens at one of these workshops. They are always packed with a powerful energy, a lot of fun and so much creativity ... oh and of course incredibly good food. I so enjoy meeting the participants who are always eager to soak up new material and work hard over the workshop days - such gorgeous people who often leave as friends.

A massive thank you to the very talented Sebastian Neumann who shot, edited and created this video for us! Also a huge thank you to my partner, the lovely Sandy for doing this with me. We had laughs, frustrations and many memorable moments!

Hope you enjoy it! I am looking forward to meeting 12 new participants in Ireland this weekend and spending a creative, inspiring and fun weekend with them and my ladies, Jamie, Ilva and Jeanne!

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Lemon Thyme and Fennel Risotto

Funny how one week can differ so drastically from another and the days are a constant roller coaster ride filled with barrel rolls, boomerangs and catapults. On the positive days it is often enthralling but on those dark and negative calibrated days this is emotionally draining. On these days all you really want is come home, run a hot bath to drown out the emotional and mental noise and look forward to a comforting meal, maybe even at having a good bitch with the partner!

Almond Milk Quinoa Breakfast with Fresh Fruit and Toasted Pecans

“Don’t eat breakfast cereals that change the color of the milk” - Michael Pollan, Rule 36

I instantly cringe as I remember eating bowls of Fruit Loops and Lucky Charms as a growing child all those years ago. Although my mum was particular about our meals and paid attention to eating well and healthy, somehow this did not apply to breakfast. Growing up in the early 80s we were subjected to the common, popular TV commercials - bright, gaudy and colorful. The cereal commercials always had my brother and I proverbially eating out of their bowls. My mother, usually strict and alert, snapped, crackled and popped with our selection of breakfast cereals.

Amsterdam Food Styling and Photography Workshop

Some things happen naturally and one more or less knows which road it will lead to eventually. There are other things however, that evolve on another level and then one day you hit your forehead and think “Why didn’t we think of this before?” This workshop falls in to the second category. I’ve known Simone through our blogs for many years and we have enjoyed each others company as friends more intensively when we met for the first time a few years back here in Weimar.

Rhubarb, Ginger and Quark Strudel

She was a proud buxom lady who commanded a very special aura of respect whenever she entered the oversized kitchen. It was the kind of respect you knew never to mess with because behind her kind smiles and her liberal patience there was her haughty dignity of being one of the best in her field. Anyone who dared to disregard this fact by challenging her significance, would become the subject of being abundantly praised out of her kitchen and into one of her inferior colleagues’ less meaningful sculleries. Before they even realized the poor exchange they had made, it was far too late to make any amends and many a wretched trainee ended up biting in the sour apple.

Cultural Heritage: A Food Styling and Photography Workshop in a Historic Landgut, Weimar

What I love about living in a city like Weimar is the culturally rich secrets hidden away, tucked behind hills, around corners, behind the park or just across the street. Even after living here for 9 years I still find jewels that surprise me with their beauty and uniqueness. They are treasures that have transcended the limits of time and survived centuries of eras and seasons.

When Sandy and I visited the Landgut Holzdorf, just a few kilometers outside of Weimar I was left speechless on many levels.