I have always been drawn to art that does not last. I remember seeing a photo of an art installation done by a group of Buddhist monks. Over the course of many days they painstakingly produced a design of religious significance with many different types of colored sand. Pouring it in, grain by grain. The reason the display was only a photo is because the art was never meant to be a permanent thing. The monks let their work be blown away by the wind in an acknowledgement of their belief in the transient nature of physical reality.
Though less serious, food artisans' art is made to be destroyed (or consumed). Thus, a perfect roast, or an elegantly poured latte is not something that can be displayed in a gallery. It is most appreciated by the one who consumes it. The joy in being a maker, is that I get to create new art every week, and present a new aesthetic experience to a new group of people. Yes, you can take a picture of some awesome latte art, but it will never be the same as having that drink in front of you and consuming it.
I am thankful to get the opportunity of be an artist every week, sharing something beautiful about the world.