Running and My Camera

Dear Turkey,

Wow, that cake looks delicious. Too bad I won't be making anything like that for a while, since SOMEBODY is still on a diet. I have figured out my husband's diet for you: it's not that he's trying to avoid fat or sugar or calories -- he's trying to avoid things that he's can't avoid, like my baking. In other words, he doesn't want to eat anything that's too good, or he will eat too much of it. So, I've been trying to tell him that the problem isn't that my baking is too good, it's that he eats too much of it...anyway, I will take it as a compliment in the meantime.

There are two other things that I've been wanting to tell you about, but I've been trying to figure out if they're related enough to our official blog topics to discuss here. I decided that when we are rich and famous bloggers, we will be able to talk about whatever we want, so our audience may as well get used to it now.

First, my camera: As you know, I do not have a smart phone (smartphone?). I don't get emails on my phone, and my phone is actually small enough to fit in any old pocket. I can't listen to music on it or watch live TV, and children usually laugh at me when they see me using it. That said, you can imagine what the camera on the phone is like (actually you don't have to imagine, you can just look at this blog).

So, I'm trying to fall in love with my phone camera. And it's actually working. The other day I was thinking, wouldn't it be fun to get an old Polaroid or something that takes really wonky pictures and see what I could do with it? And then I thought, wait, I do have something that takes really wonky and unreliable pictures. And it's free. And it's with me all the time. So I'm trying to embrace the idiosyncrasies of my phone camera.

You might think that I'm trying to use my camera as an excuse for the quality (or lack thereof) of photographs that I've put on the blog so far. That's because I was. But now we're learning how to work together and I hope you can enjoy the results.

Second, running: running is something that I mention on the blog a lot, but I want to write about it more. And it makes sense, since running and breastfeeding are the two main constituents of my gigantic appetite. And running makes pretty much any food taste good, even Gatorade (complete with its esters of wood rosin).

That said, here is a picture that I took with my crappy-but-lovable phone camera while running ten miles last weekend. (Phew, all that explanation just to post one picture):

and I even feel good enough about this picture to make it "large"

I moss you,
Tofu