The mug featured on this featured image mug is Marty’s mug. His bread mug. Bread mug rests on lawn mouse pad; made with a photograph of lawn from the backyard, bread mug – same process, just with bread. Bread mug has also, glad wrap roll in box, knives hovering above on a magnetized wedge. There is a banana, saucepan and power socket to the left of bread, just out of view. They were just there at the time. The time when bread loaf was photographed (just before Christmas) when mug and mouse pad were created. Both gifts from his non-bread eating daughter with parrot named Manu.
When I think of my dad, Marty, lawn and bread come to mind. Bread accompanies Marty’s every meal, even if bread is the meal. It’s only topping, butter.
Apparently, the baker at Boulangeria 113 tells him off, suggesting he not buy all the loafs. Perhaps leave some ciabattas for fellow patrons. They suggest to order the ciabattas before-hand, yet he, Marty says he doesn’t know when he is coming.
Marty eats bread every morning. He then admires his lawn, thereafter.
Lately my coffee drinking, vessel habits have been peculiarly selective. Downgrading from mugs, to a normal cup size. A curved side with fluted top is the preferred shape. The coffee tastes better, stays hotter longer, and I think, respects the drops purist form. When eating something, I want it to taste of what it is- whatever it is. The loaf of bread on the mug is unfortunately- not a ciabatta, but a lovely baked round from one of the customers at the prawn factory. Sometimes they bring lasagna.