Food + Foto No. 2: Born Again

Despite having survived two wars, seven surgeries, one unicycle accident, and an ill-advised tattoo by “El Salami” on the back porch of a house bordering a swamp, it wasn’t until Juan Rodolfo Cruz tried SeƱora Neira’s pretzel buns that he thought there might be something to all this “God” business. There was no other way to explain something so tasty.

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15 Responses to “Food + Foto No. 2: Born Again”
  1. Miriyummy says:

    Recipe! I need a recipe! You saved me in July with your cheddar cookies, don’t hold out on me now!

    • Jules says:

      No recipe! They are from…RALPHS! You can find a bunch of recipes online, but my Ralph’s bakery section is really good. These sell out the same day, so I bought some before they went. They are almost never in stock.

      • LadySaotome says:

        :( I was hoping for a recipe, too! Oh well, I’m off to google it. I can’t believe I never heard of pretzel rolls before considering my family’s deep love of all things pretzel!

  2. Amy says:

    I do so love your wee tales. Sigh. And those do look a bit of heaven …

  3. Van says:

    You are so articulate and funny :) Lend me them writing skills, I need some inspiration.

    I always feel like I’m in heaven when I’m eating. Chowing good food with friends is heaven on earth.

  4. Kathy says:

    Oh how I wish I was Juan!

  5. Toi says:

    Ahhhh! I can’t believe I forgot this was starting. I blame this on my goldfish brain. Dang it! But, your picture is just beautiful and I love the accompanying story. You are so gifted.

  6. PJ says:

    I was also disappointed to hear that you don’t have a recipe for those amazing looking pretzel rolls. They look so delicious. But I am also very impressed with your photo. It’s lovely! What camera settings did you use?

    • Jules says:

      Gracious! I will never again photograph store bought food. :)

      As for the picture, here’s the deal on that.

      Short version: ISO set to auto and camera set to lightning bolt, which is for low light, no flash. Cropped and color corrected in Picasa, edited in Picnik.

      Long version: I know little about my camera or photography, but I learned from the last SFS project that the best lighting in my house is in the dining room between 3:00-4:00. I missed it, and I knew it was getting too dark for the picture to be clear and bright. Since I knew things were going to be a bit muddy, I decided to emphasize that and tried to use things that would end up looking tone on tone with the rolls (cream lace, blonde wood bowl, etc.).

      When I uploaded the pictures, they were even more blah than I feared. I used 8 rolls under the belief I had mistakenly bought two bags instead of three. I found the third bag later, which is a shame because I think the picture would have looked much better with more rolls. It looks too symmetrical right now, but it’s not terrible since I cropped out the right side in Picasa. Then I uploaded the image to Picnik and used the Polaroid and Soften actions. I brightened it up a bit by fiddle-faddling with the levels. I have no idea what I am doing in that section of Picnik. I just grab the little X and start moving it around until I see something I like.

      Probably a bit more than you asked for, huh? Sorry. {blush}

  7. Jacqueline says:

    Those look delicious. I am a girl with an unhealthy carb fetish so anything that looks this plump and doughy gets my attention (with exception of adult humans, I do love plump doughy babies)

  8. bink & boo says:

    How can you post something so beautiful w/o giving us a recipe!? What’s a girl to do?

  9. Miss B. says:

    Sigh, a hint of Marquez..Only you could make Pretzel buns romantic.

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I used to be an attorney, but it made me grumpy. Now I write about life, sweet and savory, as a wife and mother to two small boys. My knowledge of dinosaurs knows no bounds.

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