Instead of photographing my food itself (because a) it wasn’t very interesting, and b) aren’t you sick of looking at photos of food? Check out my friend Alli’s article about this), I’ve captured for you here our dinner ritual. Here, you have assumed the point of view of our TV (and makeshift tripod), which will soon be showing us 30 Rock reruns. The husband has recently decided that for the next year, this is the only face he will be making in photographs. I’m not sure why he decided to include the most recent issue of Bust.
(edit: he says: “I was pretending that Maya Rudolph was eating the food.”)