my only wish for christmas came true. to be with a family. but it was way more than i wished for – they were so warm. so friendly. so welcoming. like i was truly one of them, even though i was a stranger from the other side of the atlantic.
first, my friend M took me to her neighbor in an attempt to buy some goat cheese. however, in the winter it’s too cold for the goats to produce milk, so there was no cheese to be bought. there are ways of “faking it” to force the goats to produce cheese in the winter, but this little farm puts the happiness and health of the goats before anything else. and for that, i’ll happily wait until spring to taste good goat cheese!
and a salmon tourte (a savory meat pie made with puff pastry.)
end of christmas eve. the next day…
christmas! it’s the same feeling regardless of what country you’re in: the excitement of everybody gathering around the tree. each person ooohing and aaahing over their gift. the doorbell ringing as guests arrive. the kisses. the hugs. just being around people you love.
how nice my photos come out always depends on how i am feeling. thus, i usually don’t like making photos of strangers, because i just don’t know them and am not comfortable. but with m’s family, everybody made me feel at home so i had no “i’m the awkward stranger with the camera” moments. and the results? lovely photos!
and for that, i’m not sure i could ever just be paid to take photos of someone or something. i always want to genuinely know the subject, or else, what’s the point? photography can’t be about the money for me, because my photos will always fail if so. the photos are just a side thing – the thing i like most is meeting people and talking to them. or food. i want to taste it, to learn how it’s made, to find the story behind it – the photo is a very small part. although, sometimes i feel people mistake it as being the most important.
but in french, it’s called dinde. a contracted version of de inde. which means, from india.
but it all doesn’t matter because the europeans were confused when they came here and started naming stuff. the turkey is actually native to north america. voila! little bit of random information for you.
i also adore how it’s quite normal for people to eat the eggs that come from the hens they raise. the eggs are never perfectly shaped or spotless, which just makes them so much more special. new goal: raise my own hens one day. or at least live next to someone who does.
that was how i spent my christmas 2009. and it was perfect. i indeed received the best present ever that money can’t buy. it’s a clichéd saying but it’s so true.