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FOOD Pictures!

I did it! I got a picture of food that I am proud of!
Can I get a woot woot? Woot Woot!
Check it out!
While preparing the vegetables for supper last night the colors were looking so perfect, I had to try taking some photos. The girls were both napping, so I had time to try out a bunch of different settings on my camera. I found that the miniature effect oddly enough captured the best image.
C'mon, don't they look tasty?
I get it, it's a picture of some squash, onions and red peppers.
But they look so pretty.
So then it was time for supper.
They looked beautiful. I drizzled them in olive oil. Sprinkled on salt and pepper. And popped them in a 425 degree oven. And set the timer for fifteen minutes.
They looked wonderful but they tasted, ummmm a little blah.
I think I got too heavy handed with the olive oil, they didn't really crisp up much. Alas, I guess I won't win at everything today.
Better luck next time right?
We're hunkering down for another snow storm here, I think I'll make the leftovers into soup. I'll let you know how that works out!
Stay warm wherever you are!
 
 
 

 

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