I have a lot of love for vanbar. Today ed cheered me up, told me that the impossible film comes with no guarantee. It's an expensive, arty sort of film, and results can vary wildly. When it works, your heart will feel happy, but inevitably there will be duds among them. You just have to suck it up. The difficulty is part of the (beautiful) deal.
Red is hard to catch. Am fond of this photo, taken in March, when things were a lot warmer. Temperature is key. By mid-winter the film, and the 1971 metal frame of the camera it lives in, is bloody freezing, and neither seem to warm up at our place even when I've got the fire roaring.
It was -3 up there overnight. Little wonder the film is less capable in June. The black radishes you can't quite make above (due to focus, ahem, as much as the c-c-c-old) are best when pulled, scrubbed and mandolined, fanned out on a nice plate and dressed in a light and lovely way, or with a thicker tahini-miso-lemon combination, thinned with water. A killer dill, yoghurt and walnut dressing I'll tell you about soon would work, too.
They look rather eerily beautiful and ghostly to me. Can't wait for the dill, walnut and yoghurt sauce. Radishes are one of those things that I love to eat but often forget to do so.
Posted by: Elizabeth Mars | July 09, 2013 at 06:38 PM
The luminosity in your first photograph is amazing. Such a beautiful glow.
Posted by: Denise | Chez Danisse | July 10, 2013 at 01:46 AM
That first photo is stunning.
Posted by: Wendy | July 16, 2013 at 06:54 PM