If there’s one image I could happily go to my grave without ever seeing, it’s a mouldy blueberry muffin. I cannot imagine what possessed you to photograph such an abomination.
If there’s one image I could happily go to my grave without ever seeing, it’s a mouldy blueberry muffin. I cannot imagine what possessed you to photograph such an abomination.
I used it for a silver bloggers prompt, which asked "what do you bring with you on vacation? Usually, muffins. But for this vacay, I'd forgotten to pack the muffins I had baked just so I wouldn't have to eat a sweet baked by anyone else, and I arrived home to great photo shoots like this one.
I'm probably expecting too much of my ageing memory but I would have expected to recall that, particularly as we discussed Anarchapulco in the comments section. Dammit!
That's where our friendship really began, I'd say. Very revealing, moldy muffins and all.
I, too, have a story to tell about going off on vacation and forgetting something that became moldy in my absence. In my case, it was soiled cloth diapers I'd forgotten about in the diaper pail. I hate to admit it, but I think I did that once when each of my three children were in diapers.