Do you like ... photographs?

I read quite a few blogs of folks who take cool pictures. Some of them are more prolific like Dutch and Linda and some slightly less so like Anna and Sharpie and Sherry and Zach & Brie's Mom. My goal is to carry my camera everywhere and take pics of, like, everything in my life (and inflict them on you lot, of course, Bwahahahahahah!) In short, I want to be Bossy.

To this end, I actually remembered to take the camera out when we got the new pool:

And in the glorious tradition begun in the last post (oh, who am I kidding? The only thing I've heretofore been ardent in photographing - not counting the babies, of course - is FOOD), and inspired by Bossy's quest to clean out everything in her fridge and pantry, I give you a meal made up entirely of starches!

Yes, that's some microwavable chicken fried rice I found in the freezer (it tasted like arse, but the babes loved it).

The orange stuff is that nasty box mac and cheese - you know the kind with the radioactive orange dye powder 'cheese' and those pathetic macaroni noodles? *gag* I purchased it for EGH to fix when I was in the hospital having THCTD. He freakin' loves mac and cheese of any stripe.

BTW, THCTD is now four years old. Four years. Old. Mac and cheese. Old.

Here is Boy and Bulk looking dubiously into the pot of Radioactive Mac:

(Incidentally, all the babes scarfed it like it was candy and EGH polished off the rest. Did I say *GAG*?)

There was some good food that did not get culled from the cupboard or freezer. I made a pan of cornbread:

And there was some protein, too. My babies loves them some boiled eggs:

(Yes, she's naked. She had just spilt something down her shirt. Give me a break!)

Speaking of eggs, there's a new post up on the farm blog if you've a mind to look. WARNING: if you don't care for snakes, you might reconsider clicking (Michele, I'm looking at you).

PS: Bonus points for anyone who gets the reference in the title.

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