I never understood people who take pictures of their food.
Like dude, just eat your food. No one cares about your lasagna.
However, I HAVE BECOME ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE.
I find myself posting more and more pictures of my homemade creations.
Take this morning for example.
I started the day off with a bowl of steel cut oatmeal, topped with raisins, walnuts, bananas, cinnamon, and a drizzle of naturally grown honey I got at the monastery.
It felt like a crime not documenting it!
Now I'm sitting on my couch eating frozen grapes- I didn't take a picture of them because they look like regular grapes, (not foodie-genic).
^that was so corny.
Today I one-man-banded two stories on the bear that attacked a Longwood woman earlier this month.
My co-worker, Goose, filmed my "look-lives" which was a HUGE help being that my stories were airing back-to-back at 5 and 6 and I still needed to get interviews with neighbors.
Yesterday I put together a story about last minute appointments.
I pitched the story in the morning meeting- telling my coworkers about my adventures getting an eye appointment before the new year, (I needed to use my insurance money on new glasses before I lost it).
Interviewing Doctor Gideon Lewis 12.17.13