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In a move I question…well, yes, every single time I return to New York post-trip, I’m once again stuck in the snow, out shoveling, feeling cold, and wondering why I’m not photographing in a place with good old-fashioned sun.

We’re not in not Kansas anymore, kids. The highlight of the month in terms of photography was again the C-CAP (Careers through Culinary Arts Programs) event in New York City, as well as a trip to the Berkshires during which we snow-hiked, walked on a lake, and cooked tons of (warm) food. Hot cocoa played a big role.

Since I’m probably never going to be my funny self on here anywhere in the near future, I’ll just keep posting updates and photos for the occasional glimpse.

Yes, I stink.

I enjoy taking photos of food when I have the time to get the perfect shot, or when I am getting paid for it and get to eat free food on set. When I’m out eating street food in a foreign land, however, I really enjoy just feasting with my eyes and, well, eating. When my brother’s camera ran out of battery one day at the hawker stands, however, he nearly had a heart attack. How would he continue to document every single meal he was eating? “No fear,” I said, bravely stepping up to the plate. “I’ll take photos of our meals today.” The color slowly returned to his face and his breathing resumed. Crisis narrowly averted. *

So here are some [annoyingly unlabeled because I don’t know what the dishes were or where we were eating them] photos of food eaten throughout Singapore and Malaysia. Sorry they’re pretty poor, but that’s what you get for 10 seconds in dark, sketchy eateries. Vic, Timmy, Billy, and everyone else–enjoy!

*The above is a gross exaggeration of the actual incident, though he did almost panic.