A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations
So recently Robert and I were enjoying our breakfast at the Huddle House over in Springfield GA. I chose the more-than-I-could-ever-eat Two Eggs and Country Ham Plate (Platter!) …

After about thirty minutes of diligently working on my feast, I got a tad bored and began playing with my food (I started that habit as a wee one decades and decades ago).

He emerged from the Huge Ham so I named him Hugh.

But WHAT is he? Some kind of little OtherCreature looking down at his stolen jewel?
And looky here, a little while later I saw Mama, pensively perched on her nest.

Who knew breakfast could be so, so FULL-FILLING-ly Creative?
Interesting.
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Your parents didn’t tell you about not playing with your food?
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They did; I just refused to listen.
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A talent I didn’t know you enjoyed!
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You are so naughty Neal. Didn’t Robert tell you to stop playing with your food 😂
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He has a thousand times.
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