035: routine bites hard

The semester is about to come to a close. I don't like to talk about school too much but I'll say... this was the best one yet. I'll never have stellar grades but there is nothing better than feeling pride in your work. I may even be able to use some of it in my book in two years when I look for a job... which is the ultimate goal.

Anyway, I'm sure many of us can agree that we have fathers. Some are better than others and even great ones have their lows. Whatever. We're human or mammalian and imperfect and all that. My dad has been awesome at encouraging development of computer & photographic skills and while my food photos are low-end, using my shittier camera, he doesn't think it's lame. Well, we had a great night on Sunday, doing some bookshopping and dinner. So here are the photos.

Also, what's better than a dad you can spend an hour in Chapter's with and then he asks to borrow the books you buy when you're done with them?

Dear Onions,
Get the FUCK AWAY!
Love, Jill


Nice face, you goof.


Some pasta with clams and shit. Hell yeah.


Detail shots: the cheese looks a bit fucked.


And Papa Bear's ribs


I'm going to the States this week for Turkey. Consider it blogged to grandiose proportions.