A Pizza for CMC
While that quip about my parents emphasizing knife skills over social skills is kind of apocryphal, I was formally given lessons on how to decorate cakes starting at age 4.
(This is a DIY-pizza from the Dollar Tree, but it is pretty clear that I’ve retained almost NOTHING in regards to formal piping; don’t tell my mom about the latter, don’t tell my dad about the former: these are disappointments they need not bear. The avocado was purchased in a grocery store situation like a grown up, he’d be okay with that. And I thought about my meal before I ate it, she’d be okay with that. In fact,)
I had been thinking about it earlier in the day yesterday as I have here in marginalia:
[Glyph of a painting]: (L,M),D,R
[Glyph of a turtle]: (D,L),M,R
because rankings are sometimes interesting to assess. Raphael was kind of boring as both an artist and a ninja and I almost always have problems picking favorites. Michaelangelo does not hit my turtle top two, but he has a more cheese friendly palette for my cheese friendly palate.