Nothing like a hilariously inappropriate auto-correct fail to make light of a serious situation!
|Of course I took to Facebook to brag about my success.
Action shot taken from the Cuisine Companion bowl before plating.
|Busted. Eating from the bowl.
Next time I’m making a spinach and broccoli quinoa** risotto and handing everyone a spoon to eat from the bowl, since it clearly has magic powers. Which would also totally make it a one-dish-dinner.
|Coffee shop stop, Bali style.
I yelled to the cafe staff from my spot climbing atop the farthest table at the back, that they were responsible for her, and if shit went down, they had to save her because I. WAS. OUT.
|The latest love of my life (you had your chance, George), and current front runner for all of my jewellery when my time comes.|
|Exhibit A – THE blue school tracksuit pants of choice|
|Exhibit B – not THE blue school tracksuit pants of choice|
Exhibit C – Smart arse. Total, bloody, smart arse.
Told me to point to THE blue tracksuit pants after turning his back and mixing them up.
I am no longer leaving him all of my jewels.
Note: They are the exact same shade of blue, despite one pair appearing darker than the other in the images.
All of the outrage and woe.
Edit: This actually occurred a couple of weeks ago. I didn’t realise my scheduled post had not gone live. BUT FEAR NOT…because this has happened twice more since I wrote the post…FFS.
At this point, I would like you to take note of the fact that I’ve labelled both items Exhibit A and Exhibit B in order to assist in the court proceedings when one of us does the other one in, during a fit of rage over the blue versus blue debate. Exhibit C is to justification for whatever may occur as a result of this ongoing debate.
Ignorance is bliss!
|The green flecks are ZUCCHINI and BROCCOLI STEMS, plus some mixed herbs, in my pizza base.
Lest I miss the opportunity to amp up the veg quota.
|Please note the first name initial on each tray, to ensure that each child dare not consume a much feared vege…..FFS.
Note: Images are pre-cheese. Because I totes forgot to capture the joy of the post-cheese pizza, let alone the finished product. My bad. My very hungry bad.
Also healthy, compared to so many other quick meal options.
(Picture me, draping myself rather dramatically over the lounge (wine in hand, obviously)…milking it for all it’s worth, intending to stay there for the duration of the WA long weekend, while #1Hubby does the bulk of the parenting).
True story – took me less time to cook than to get my “going out in public” clothes on and restore peace and order when the whiney three fight to come along on a takeaway run as if we’re going to Disneyland….
|Am now a food photographer, what with my subtle and genius product placement|
|Calling time on my short but illustrious career as a Food Photographer.
Forgot to use the flash
Stood over the pic and literally over-shadowed my creation