French danish

A mother's treat for her son
Laval, Quebec, December 2006 [Click to embiggen]

Food underpins so much of who we are and how we choose to lead our lives. We often live from meal to meal, lamenting the fact that it's been so long since we last ate, and counting the minutes until we can get to the pantry and start the process all over again.

At least that's my reality. I eat a lot. Constantly. And I can't gain weight. I know, you hate me already.

But enough of my digression. I'm sharing this because I'm trying (badly, it seems) to explain why pictures of food keep showing up in my photo archives. Here's the rub: Essentially, when I'm looking for interesting things to capture, my eye often settles on whatever's on the table at that moment. More so than many topical choices, food is instantly relatable. A picture of it seems to draw us in. It invites us to consider what it must be like to eat, and when we're going to try getting some for real.

All that from a simple two-dimensional picture. Neat.

Your turn: Please click the image to load the high-resolution version. Then come back and share the first three words that occur to you as you take it in.