Irene wanted me to write a blog, but I thought I'd try this for a year instead.
Years later, in 2011, I realize that the above no longer makes sense, since I have stopped photographing breakfast and instead occasionally put down random thoughts. These days I photograph our granddaughter's lovely face, paint for fun, knit and teach knitting at an after-school program for girls, and read. Life is good, if a bit slow, but then, so am I.
Well, after that good breakfast at Callahan's it's back to normal. You can't feast every day, even though it makes for interesting pictures. Is it really true that in the olden days people would eat breakfasts like that every day?
No, that's to bad or you could take one home in a doggy bag and nuke it the next day. What a shame. It would be so tempting to try and make them yourself, using whole milk or buttermilk or some other wicked ingredient.
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Well, after that good breakfast at Callahan's it's back to normal. You can't feast every day, even though it makes for interesting pictures. Is it really true that in the olden days people would eat breakfasts like that every day?
No way could I eat like that every day! As it is, I didn't really eat it all. I wish I had a pancake for tomorrow, but they just don't keep, do they.
No, that's to bad or you could take one home in a doggy bag and nuke it the next day. What a shame. It would be so tempting to try and make them yourself, using whole milk or buttermilk or some other wicked ingredient.
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