The screen on my kitchen window blew away during Katrina, and I’m embarrassed to say that though it sometimes occurs to me to buy a new one, I never have quite gotten around to it. This morning I was happy to have no screen. When I started playing with my food by arranging it for a photo shoot, I wanted something prettier than my kitchen as background. I looked around wondering if I should make a nice stack of tea towels or something to imply that I care more about appearances in my house than might strictly be true. Suddenly I realized I was looking out the window and that the outdoors made the best background of all.
So I put the fruit in the window. I was happy with the results. Maybe I’ll keep a pear there more often. There’s something homey about it, like a pie cooling in the windowsill of your grandmother’s kitchen. Just don’t expect a pie from me any time soon. I made a pie already this year.
