This little book is called Food is Fun.* 
But for Dotty, standing at the stove for the seven-zillionth time in her pineapple apron, surrounded by those eternal bowls of vegetables and a pan full of sad, bony, mysterious meat, Food - and all that it implied - was decidedly Not Fun.
And her smile tells us that this was the day she’d finally Had Enough…
*Well, it can be. Ice cream can be fun. Takeout food = Really Fun, unless it’s bad pizza or pad thai made with lots of tomato ketchup, in which case it is not.
photo credit: alsis35 (now at ipernity) via photopin cc

This little book is called Food is Fun.* 

But for Dotty, standing at the stove for the seven-zillionth time in her pineapple apron, surrounded by those eternal bowls of vegetables and a pan full of sad, bony, mysterious meat, Food - and all that it implied - was decidedly Not Fun.

And her smile tells us that this was the day she’d finally Had Enough…

*Well, it can be. Ice cream can be fun. Takeout food = Really Fun, unless it’s bad pizza or pad thai made with lots of tomato ketchup, in which case it is not.

photo credit: alsis35 (now at ipernity) via photopin cc