Regular readers of Shelley Bakes! probably notice that the quality of my blog’s photos have improved. Did I take photography lessons? Did I remember some of those lessons taught to me from my newspaper days when the photogs would growl at me if I dared bring back a blurry picture of an accident scene?
Nope – I just enlisted the skills of someone who is more photographically skilled than I am. And that’s my husband Ryan. I figured you all would like to meet him.
If your wife is absent and you need to make something for dinner, what would you eat?
This has happened to me before, so I've had to plan for this unfortunate situation. First -- leftovers: are there any? If yes, are they still good? If yes or maybe, that's dinner. If the answer is no, I look for something simple -- which usually involves a sandwich, a bowl of cereal, anything made with a microwave, or a delicious bass.
What is your favorite food?
I don't think I have one -- is that wrong? There's so much out there to enjoy. I'd feel like I was betraying all my food friends if I had to pick just one. Try explaining yourself to an angry muffin sometime -- no thanks.
If you were on Death Row, what would you want to eat as your last meal?
It depends on why I'm on death row. My immediate thought is that I'd choose something ironic, based on my crime(s). But since we don't have time to list all the possible crime/food combinations, I'll just pick something generic... we'll say pizza. There. I said it. I'm dead and I don't care if the muffins are mad at me.
Anything else you’d like to tell the readers?
I don't think I'm going to do hamster style anymore.