My obesession began years ago browsing through a gift shop when I was dazzled by a magnificent still life of a plate of spaghetti with the fork suspended overhead, a strand of spaghetti dangling from fork to plate.
Gorgeous. Why didn’t I buy it? Because I was a fool that’s why and I was never able to find it again when my senses were restored. My search continues.
In the meantime I treasure the wedge of raisin pie with a chunk bitten out of it. Each grandchild had to be sure it wasn’t real.
Then there’s the waffle a la mode with the strawberry syrup pouring onto it from a spoon. So perfect. 
Can't you almost smell the steak and eggs? 
That gorgeous glass plate of fruit salad; good enough to eat. 
I had to tone down the bowl of cereal because many creators of fake food get carried away with tossing strawberries into everything. short of using dynamite I could only subdue their color.
The blueberry pancake with legs? He just showed up one day and never left. I love his evil leer.Let's hope the snow stops tonight.
4 comments:
Next time I'm over at your place I'm going to eat that blueberry pancake.
He'll bite you back. I warn you, he's tough.
My, that pancake dude is very muscley, isn't he??
To bozoette:
He is sort of loveable after a while--or else it's been a long winter.
Squid
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