I’ve been wanting to write this post for a long time. It’s about one of my obsessions– finding faces in food. I even started a flickr group about it.
For those of you who see faces in everything— in the shower tile, the cottage cheese ceiling, the clouds–this is not much of a stretch. I think we all have the capacity to see this stuff, but as adults we just aren’t used to paying attention.
It all started with cheese dog (pictured above) the St. Bernard I found in my gorgonzola one night at a dinner party. I gasped when I saw him, and proceeded to pass him around the dinner table to all of the guests who let out shrieks of recognition and excitement. You’d have thought we saw the virgin Mary!
Next came the orchid oracle. Do you see the monk bowing inside the flower? Ready to give you all of life’s answers? Go ahead. Ask him something.
Here is my growing collection of sad bananas, grouchy lemons, animals found in my meals and other curiosities. It is something I am irrationally excited about.
A moment of parental pride for me at the dinner table recently:
Me: Hey Ben, do you see the whale in my meat?
Ben: (peering over) Yep! and there’s a shark in your salad.
There totally was.
And I swear I flushed with pride.
p.s. Matt found the dog pictured above on his plate last night. What kind of dog is that?