Did someone forget to turn out the lights?

I was walking through this abandoned gallery of food sentiment, kicking around some plastic wrapping and crumbled up lists of Must Eats and Need To's, and felt a little nostalgic. It's not like I don't eat anymore. I eat as much if not more than I used to.

I think I stopped writing about food because I started competing with myself to eat as much as I could experience, and write about the experience as much as I could. I always enjoy eating, but the enjoyment was diminished by the technical obligation of archiving every dining experience. Between frantic note taking, smuggling tripods in my sock, and taking one frustrating underexposed and blurry picture after another, I stopped.

Blog is such a marginalizing word, it has become a demotivating factor. Not that any writer needs excuses to not write that day. When the word blogger became synonymous with "bullshit" and "amateur" I wanted as hard as I could to separate myself from that title. That, and 'Foodie'.

So I've been concentrating on writing commentaries for Off-Ramp, where I've been dubbed the first Noir Food Commentator. I agree with the basic sentiment of the title, although Culinary Renegade describes me more accurately and succinctly.