Gut Feelings

NO MEAL WASTED

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I first laid eyes on June Carter when I was 18, on a Dyess High School senior class trip to the Grand Ole Opry.  I’d liked what I heard of her on the radio, and I really liked what I saw of her from the balcony at the Ryman Auditorium.  She was great.  She was gorgeous.  She was a star.  I was smitten, seriously so.  The next time I saw her was 6 years later, again at the Opry, but this time backstage because by then I was a performer too.  I walked over to her and came right out with it: “You and I are going to get married someday.”  June is formidable; she’s my solid rock.  She’s my spark plug.  When there are people to talk to and my shyness is welling up, she holds my hand.  June always sees that I’ve got the right thing to eat, if I’ll agree to eat it.  She likes the same kind of movies I do, and the same kind of TV shows.  She’s got charm, she’s got brains, she’s got style, she’s got class.  She’s silver, she’s gold, she’s got jewelry, she’s got furniture, she’s got china….she’s got a black belt in shopping.  She’s a vital performer, and it’s vital for me to have her on my concerts.  I just don’t want to travel if she can’t come with me.  She almost always does.  She’s my life’s companion, and she’s a sweet companion.  She and I have become so very close, so intimate.  Whenever I face a professional decision, I always put it to her because I know she’ll be both objective and honest.  She’s never judgmental.  She’s become everything that wife should be, in my mind.  We sleep together, we pray together, we travel together, we work together, and we’ve both found our particular place where we totally belong in every avenue of endeavor.  —Johnny Cash, From “Cash: The Autobiography”

I first laid eyes on June Carter when I was 18, on a Dyess High School senior class trip to the Grand Ole Opry.  I’d liked what I heard of her on the radio, and I really liked what I saw of her from the balcony at the Ryman Auditorium.  She was great.  She was gorgeous.  She was a star.  I was smitten, seriously so.  The next time I saw her was 6 years later, again at the Opry, but this time backstage because by then I was a performer too.  I walked over to her and came right out with it: “You and I are going to get married someday.”  June is formidable; she’s my solid rock.  She’s my spark plug.  When there are people to talk to and my shyness is welling up, she holds my hand.  June always sees that I’ve got the right thing to eat, if I’ll agree to eat it.  She likes the same kind of movies I do, and the same kind of TV shows.  She’s got charm, she’s got brains, she’s got style, she’s got class.  She’s silver, she’s gold, she’s got jewelry, she’s got furniture, she’s got china….she’s got a black belt in shopping.  She’s a vital performer, and it’s vital for me to have her on my concerts.  I just don’t want to travel if she can’t come with me.  She almost always does.  She’s my life’s companion, and she’s a sweet companion.  She and I have become so very close, so intimate.  Whenever I face a professional decision, I always put it to her because I know she’ll be both objective and honest.  She’s never judgmental.  She’s become everything that wife should be, in my mind.  We sleep together, we pray together, we travel together, we work together, and we’ve both found our particular place where we totally belong in every avenue of endeavor.  —Johnny Cash, From “Cash: The Autobiography”

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Q
What is the deal with "the vagrancy project" is it just you taking beautiful pictures of food? is there a pattern/method?
A

It’s a dinner that has been held over the past few months by my good friend and food innovator Miles Thompson. He is working towards having his own restaurant and hosts private dinners at an undisclosed location. He will be moving into a real “pop up” restaurant as of next week but it has not been announced where that will be. I take the photos for the dinners. 

cookie by eshelamit on Flickr.Know how you feel man.

cookie by eshelamit on Flickr.

Know how you feel man.

Erotica by sabeth718 on Flickr.

Erotica by sabeth718 on Flickr.

thevagrancyproject:

Cheese
Let them eat cake. 
And they would. Everyday if this was served to em. 
thevagrancyproject:

Cake

Let them eat cake. 

And they would. Everyday if this was served to em. 

thevagrancyproject:

Cake

This is what it looked like after.
It feels like punishment to post these. A cruel self imposed punishment. I’ve eaten 2 pieces of black licorice. I obviously hate myself. 
thevagrancyproject:

Ribeye

This is what it looked like after.

It feels like punishment to post these. A cruel self imposed punishment. I’ve eaten 2 pieces of black licorice. I obviously hate myself. 

thevagrancyproject:

Ribeye

Yes I know how lucky I am.
Sadly Friday will be the last dinner for me with the Vagrancy Project for a while. But lucky for you they are moving into a pop up restaurant!
I will be back with more details. 

thevagrancyproject:

Ribeye

Yes I know how lucky I am.

Sadly Friday will be the last dinner for me with the Vagrancy Project for a while. But lucky for you they are moving into a pop up restaurant!

I will be back with more details. 

thevagrancyproject:

Ribeye

untitled on Flickr.Wait, when you make Cesar salad it doesn’t look like this?

untitled on Flickr.

Wait, when you make Cesar salad it doesn’t look like this?

untitled on Flickr.Most likely what I would order for my last meal on earth.

untitled on Flickr.

Most likely what I would order for my last meal on earth.

untitled on Flickr.Always a favorite

untitled on Flickr.

Always a favorite

thevagrancyproject:

Pickles
You think you love salmon. You don’t know salmon until you’ve had this dish. Crispy skin, creamy smooth sauce with the most perfectly delicate smoked salmon roe on top. I’m going to knock on Mile’s door and demand this be made for me right now.
….
I’m not expecting to get anywhere with the demand. It’s going to come out as more of a whine than anything else. 
thevagrancyproject:

Salmon

You think you love salmon. You don’t know salmon until you’ve had this dish. Crispy skin, creamy smooth sauce with the most perfectly delicate smoked salmon roe on top. I’m going to knock on Mile’s door and demand this be made for me right now.

….

I’m not expecting to get anywhere with the demand. It’s going to come out as more of a whine than anything else. 

thevagrancyproject:

Salmon

They say it taste’s like chicken. It doesn’t, it tastes like frog. Which is tender and small.. I have a really great inappropriate joke that i’d like to put here but i’ll refrain just this once. 
thevagrancyproject:

Frog Leg

They say it taste’s like chicken. It doesn’t, it tastes like frog. Which is tender and small.. I have a really great inappropriate joke that i’d like to put here but i’ll refrain just this once. 

thevagrancyproject:

Frog Leg