Hands down, the cutest cook.

Hands down, the cutest cook.

I don’t know how I’ve done it but I’ve managed to have jobs that include complimentary food. There must be something in my expression that I’m totally unaware of that screams “Feed Me!” Or maybe its a confident assumption that someone somewhere will feed me and so out of pity or obligation someone somewhere ends up feeding me. I don’t know how much magic is involved, but I do know my tummy is very grateful.

 

Lunch!

Lunch!

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