Recipes

So, it’s kind of like a recipe, I explained. JD stared at me blankly from bed, surrounded by little clouds of crumpled tissue. For instance, I continued, someone works on a series of layers in Photoshop—doing all these crazy things with curves and opacity—and it’s so good that people are willing to buy it. JD popped a cough drop in his mouth and ruminated.

I knew that if I explained it in cooking terms, he’d get it. He has a not-so-secret crush on Giada de Laurentiis. We’ve spent lazy Saturday afternoons watching her show, only to recreate her menu for dinner. Rustic Italian potatoes, risotto, bruschetta…the list goes on.

JD was sick, so darted from one corner or our room to the other in hopes of getting his mind of his cold. When he got home from work, I was on the phone with a wonderful photographer. Liana was explaining how to use certain actions for modifying my pictures in Photoshop. I was literally amazed with what she was saying. She sent me an email earlier in the day with a couple of her “recipes” and I was floored with her kindness.

It’s like a chef at Cordon Bleu just handing over his prized recipe, I animatedly spouted. Can you believe it? I can’t believe it…can you?

I didn’t give him the chance to answer. My mind was already flying at light speed. I had to pick some pictures. I needed to fix them. I needed to post them. Post them…argh.

Liana had one condition: If she shared her info, I HAD to post some pictures. So, just like that, I was thrown to the wolves. Every chef has a knife…and she’s not afraid to use it! ☺

So, JD asked, when do you have to post the pictures?

By Saturday, I replied. I have to cook a picturesque meal by Saturday.