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This is a sculpture. This is a food sculpture. This is a food sculpture made up of peanut-butter- sandwich crusts and chocolate-spread-sandwich crusts left on their plates by TorontoPearl's children and their friends who were visiting. This is a food sculpture made by TorontoPearl's husband.
No doubt TorontoPearl's husband was at the time either: a) creative or b) very bored.
I opt for b.
Retraction:
Three days have passed since I posted this entry. I just told my husband that I posted it and when he asked what I said in the post, I told him. Apparently, I had it ALL WRONG.
It was not TorontoPearl's husband at all who designed this food sculpture -- indeed it was TorontoPearl's children and their friends who were visiting who designed it. My husband was just there as the official photographer.
I do apologize for my assumption. And you do know what they say about "assuming"...
6 comments:
That's an...elephant?
Pearl: That looks like something that you could find at our house.
BTW: I plan to post a similar "household" picture tomorrow.
It's a Rorshach Test for the new millineum!
lol...
You can find art...everywhere..
Looks kinda yucky...
So funny. When I was a camp counselor, I left the table for five minutes and returned to find that my kids had created a mountain of french toast in the center of the table, resplendent with shimmering rivers of syrup and glimmering, melting pats of butter. It was seriously a work of art. But it was on the table. No plates. Big cleanup job. And they did it to try to ruffle me.
So I couldn't smile or applaud their inventiveness, just reprimand. And keep my smiles for inside.
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