I’ve been suspiciously absent from the web for the past two weeks. No I was not abducted by aliens, riddled with the swine flu or held ransom for my awe inspiring gluten-free coconut cupcake recipe.
I have been learning about photography.
Sure, I have been taking photos of food for about a year and half now for my blog but there is a big difference between snapping a shot of what I am making for dinner and slapping it up on the web and shooting images for a high quality, full color, glossy gluten free dessert cookbook.
Photos for my blog are lo-res and let’s face it who (besides maybe myself) is really going to complain if my shots are just so-so? But photos for my cookbook? Well that’s another matter. My blog is free for the world. No price of admission charged here. My cookbook is going to sell for actual dollars! So with that in mind and the fact that I am anal OCD a perfectionist particular I decided I had better learn a few things.
Like how to actually use my camera. You know, what all those wheels and buttons and thing-a-ma-jiggies do. And how to use Photoshop. Seriously! My husband bought me Photoshop in March and I had yet to do more than just admire the box.
In addition to being anal OCD a perfectionist particular I am also impatient. I didn’t want to take 6 months learning how to do all of this. So my dear friend and amazing photographer Derek came to teach me some basics.
In the last week and a half I have: learned to use my camera, decided on the photo style I want for the cookbook, devolved 25 AWESOME gluten-free dessert recipes, tested them (making adjustments when necessary) cooked the recipes, styled the photos, shot the photos, did a little touching up in Photoshop (yes I finally booted it up!) washed about 150 loads of dishes, came up with a gluten-free flour mix that actually works the way I want it to work (finally!), went grocery shopping 7 times, consumed about 75 gallons of coffee, eaten approximately one million dessert calories, taken 2 showers, slept about 15 hours total and had a least one major melt down.
My entire house has turned into a photo studio, my large dining room table holds countless plates, bowls, spoons, linens and other assorted props, my dog and cat have both decided they are not speaking to me and I have become but a passing memory to my beloved hubby.
Who knew writing a gluten free cookbook could be so glamorous?
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