I Asked My Computer to Show Me My Food Photos

It was a rough ride

I loved this ambiguous café sign in Antwerp. Photo by author.

I do love food. I have no allergies. I am a vegetarian, for ethical reasons, but when a little meat slips onto my plate, I don’t push it away. (That would be rude.)

I had to capture the graffiti. Yeah, it says what you think it says. Photo by author.

I miss eating meat, I have to admit. I grew up with meat. Roast beef — steak — burgers — lamb — pork chops. Bacon. Turkey at Thanksgiving.

Photo by author.

And chicken. I really miss chicken.

Photo by author.

On the other hand, I am one of those millions of modern humans, probably mostly female, who have entertained a difficult if not tortured relationship to food.

I was a heavy adolescent in a world that valued thinness and taught us that gaining weight displayed moral weakness. In those vulnerable and desperate teenage years, I ate a lot of bad food: white bread, heaping plates of spaghetti, french…