“Habit. The stuff of the everyday — places we go, things we do, people we see.”
I don’t always remember where I went. Sometimes I can’t recollect whom I was meeting. But I always know what was for dinner.
It’s not Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. It’s “the day I roasted the chicken with lemons”, “the day we ate fresh waffles” and “the day we went out for Turkish food”.
And because it’s not weird enough, I photograph my food. Even regular meals if they come out photogenic. Why? Why not. Continue reading