I found this photo of Sebastian getting ready to eat his little bear-sized café breakfast from a couple of weeks ago. It made me think about how many photos of food turn up here on my blog or in vacation photos.
When I was young we just ate breakfast. We didn’t think to photograph it. I have this image in my mind of how our breakfast table appeared when I was little. In my mind, the toast was never burned, no crumbs graced the tablecloth, and the sugar bowl and creamer were always neat – no one ever dipped a wet coffee spoon into the sugar bowl, did they?
It would be kind of interesting to have that snapshot to go back to and see if my memory serves me well. It probably doesn’t but I guess I’ll never know for sure. One thing is certain – if we have any food worthy of a photo in Philly, Sebastian will make sure it turns up here on the blog. If not, there are always bears.