I am a walking, talking Pinterest fail. Does anyone else see some adorable centerpiece idea for your table and try to replicate it and it works? Well then, I’m sorry, but we can’t be friends.
I am not that person. There is a photo somewhere on my social media of my exact feelings on this, complete with gestures. I’m also not great at plating, which is probably why my pictures aren’t “photoshoot quality”. I can’t take pictures of broccoli and insist, “Give me angry. Now passion. Now sorrow. One tear darling, one tear. You’re beautiful. You move me”.
Please forgive me this issue. I’m working on it.
What I can do, however, is see something in the store and start dreaming. You can probably find me wandering around Wegman’s or Trader Joe’s or ShopRite with a bunch of radishes in my hand and a faraway look most commonly seen on a teenage girl dreaming about her first crush.
I’m working on the next batch of blog installments.
Later gators. And thanks for joining me.