Let's pretend this is Instagram and start with pretty, shall we?
First light is the best light.
And on a much less aesthetically pleasing note . . .
When I say I'm "picking meat," this is what I mean.
Three chicken carcasses pressure-cooked into stock, then dog scraps in the skillet, meat for us in the Pyrex measurer, and bones/trash in the Pyrex pan. About half an hour of work. Tedious, but necessary to use every bit of those meat birds.
I don't know who set up this scene in Calvin and Jack's room, but it certainly is carefully staged.
We can all be glad that T-Rexes are extinct.
Let's end with something less grisly.
A tiny chef works.
And there you have it! My life, snapshotted.
2 comments:
I hate picking chicken too! I finally started wearing plastic gloves, which keeps stuff from getting under my fingernails. But the picked meat is so great to have!
That first shot is absolutely beautiful!
Linda
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