Writing and why I haven't

I've had intentions many times over the last several months to write about an upcoming meal.  For example one that could have been great fodder was the Japanese farm to table dinner at Salt Water in Inverness, CA I attended in April,  hosted by author Nancy Singleton Hachisu who put out a beautiful book about life on her husbands farm outside of Tokyo.  Being a self declared "nipponphile," my expectations were a bit high.  Hoping for the subtle flavors of just the right amount of soy, or a hint of sesame in the background, or even some sweet miso or delicious dashi, I was disappointed to find that most of the food was seasoned with salt and really, only salt, not even grey salt or brazilian salt, just plain ol' Maldon salt from the shores of Essex, England.   Okay, I shouldn't be complaining, as that stuff is some of the best around, crisp, flat wafer-like little morsels of goodness that seem to melt right into any food it sits atop.  Okay but I wanted more flavor, Nancy, more layers and more representation of the Japanese subtle art of seasoning. That is why I didn't write. The best dish at that dinner was the sake lees ice cream at the end.  There was a little something lacking in every course.  It was good, at some times mediocre, but not great.  And in my little corner of the world where my motto is "Life is Too Short to Eat Bad Food," I just wasn't inspired to write.  And that has been happening a lot lately.  I just don't enjoy writing about bad or boring or mediocre food.  That is why I'd make a horrible critic.  Or maybe, that is why I'd make a good critic. No chef would hate me and no restaurant would close due to my poor and perhaps skewed review (yes, some critics do have that kind of power)  If i don't write about your uninspired dishes then I'll possibly save a few people nights of lost sleep,  or road rage after reading one of my oh-so-unsavory ramblings.  But really, writing about amazing experiences with food, flavors and setting makes me happy.  And why regurgitate (excuse the pun) a uninspired or poorly executed meal?  It's like reliving the bad parts of a relationship to your friends over and over again.  No one wants to hear it more than once and the recap itself  conjures up unsavory emotions that are better off left alone.  A bad meal belongs in the past.  But a good meal, well,  that belongs at the forefront of memory and pleasure to be enjoyed long after its over.  And that is what happened to me last night...