After reading about how one photographer examined hundreds of hamburger buns to find the perfect bun for a photo, I declared that I did not want to be a food photographer. I have no desire to stuff wet paper towels inside raw chickens or slather chocolate syrup on mashed potatoes shaped like ice cream.
As some family members have pointed out, for not wanting to be a food photographer, I do take a considerable number of food pictures. I took these photos to illustrate a recipe that my sister published in our family's newsletter. Unlike real photo photographers, though, I photograph real food. I have a shoot and then eat philosophy, as in the case of the French toast. My subject became my breakfast.