I’ve always played with my food, often creating edible zen gardens with dinner supper the evening meal. It annoyed my father who was a hard-working blue color worker; it frustrated my mother who was a peace-keeping stay-at-home-mom; it amused my siblings–at least I think it did. We at a lot of mashed potatoes, which make for a wonderful canvas.

I’m Lisa, and I still play with my food:

Why Faceswap with a smiley fry?

My mom was dying…life was really intense…
and sometimes I amuse myself when life is less than.
I’m not the only one who does it:

You know what they say…like mother like daughter.