When I make brunch, it typically consists of odd-shaped pancakes being overseen at the table by Aunt Jemima and, if I'm ambitious, a ring of sausage on the side. Apparently this is not the norm, because when my friend Molly makes brunch it looks like Martha Stewart exploded in her kitchen (that would be a very tidy explosion, for the record).
Anyway, I was glad to be a part of ruining the perfection. It was delicious. It was also an excuse to use my new lens, which has an awesome aperature (i.e. ability to blur out the background). I'm still struggling with mastering the focus on it, but I'm happy to practice a lot over the coming weeks...
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