Confession #1: Creative Explanations 101

So, as you’ve already read, I’m a professional food stylist. I make food look great. It’s what I do. I read another food stylist bio once and she said she’s “a makeup artist for the hamburger," (brilliant right?!)... I wish I came up with that line. 

As far as I can remember, I’ve been a food nerd. 

In elementary school we used to have a book mobile. It was a bus that was converted to a library that came to our school, and each class got to go out and pick out books once a month. 

My friends and my sister would pick out Nancy Drew, Ameila Badelia, The Babysitters Club, anything normal... and I would pick out cookbooks. Every time. 

To the point where my parents and teachers probably thought I had a learning disability because I really didn't read the books. I would just look at the pictures and go on and on about how good the food looked. 

I was an odd child, what can I say. 

So here I am - a food stylist, which brings me great joy. I get to do what I love, but sometimes I question my sanity - and I think other people do too. 

Like when I have to shop for items for a shoot and the client wants me to bring different ketchup options (because not all ketchups are the same color, FYI). 

Once I had five different bottles of ketchup along with about $200 of produce in my cart (Side Note: Do you know what $200 dollars of produce looks like? That is a lot of $%^&ing produce). 

The cashier gave me a look like... where is your keeper, they must have lost you. But instead they tried to make small talk. "You must really like fruit... and ketchup?" 

"Oh, this is for a photoshoot!" I replied. 

But in my mind I really wished I was more quick-witted and could've responded with, "Oh I do love produce, and so does my pet bunny... I'm having a birthday party for her! You should come! Oh and the ketchup is for me, I just really love ketchup, it's my favorite!" 

Confession, I'm starting to keep a mental list of good responses like these.

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Confession #2: This Job Makes Me Do Weird Things.