Faces

A story behind. I am a hardliner. I remember almost all dishes I ever made, and with a little bit of luck I easily memorize the guests, the friends, the family members who shared the food with me. Faces on my plate. Every child does it. With the nice thick vanilla cream side to side with chocolate variety in one bowl. You design the face by painting chocolate flavor with a small desert spoon at the vanilla side and visa versa. Like my pictures feed my mind and help me to memorize and color events, happenings, voyages and our life in different countries the food feels like the link to my social life and all kind of conversations, thoughts, music, feelings which connect to that life. The bowl of strawberries yesterday evening was an invitation for the girls to make some whipped cream, a large bowl full of thick white cream. My allergy girl seems to be longing for sweet, sweeter and sweetest lately... The small plate she used for her desert was soon transformed into a clown's face, the border with a thick layer of cream visualized the hair, curly around the white face with open eyes and a smiling mouth. Decorate your plate, decorate your cake, your desert... the art of decoration. My head feels like a story board, all those faces and different places, I stop the film and try to focus and see the clown, the ups and downs which mark life and so does food, whether we feel strong, happy, exhausted, hilarious, our  senses will accompany and reflect these feelings.