Grilled Ham and Cheese on Wheat

This sandwich is afftecting a kind of louche, dissipated sneer in the photo, but it was an excellent specimen in real life.

A propos of art stubbornly refusing to imitate life, well, I don't have to tell you what Picasso said--and I'm pretty sure he had photos of ham and cheese sandwiches in mind at the time: "Art is a lie that makes us realize truth."

Blueberries imprisoned by watermelon obelisks

Ordinarily I bar whimsy at the table, but there is a bit more leeway at breakfast, a time when the full force of one's aesthetic dynamism is perhaps impaired by the lingering imprint of Morpheus' grasp, and when the buds of ill-advised plating schemes can be nipped only with great difficulty.

Pepperidge Farm Strawberry Cookies

Pepperidge Farm isn't really a farm. It is a giant motherfucking manufacturer owned by an international conglomerate, the Campbell's Soup Company, which also owns, among others, Godiva Chocolate, Vlasic Pickles, and Armour Potted Meats.

Consequently, the cookies are little pucks of sweetened sand and partially hydrogenated vegetable oil onto each of which has been stamped a thin layer of magenta glue.

Organic Raspberries With Heavy Cream

Eating raspberries should just be about eating raspberries, but, like everything else, the enterprise involves enormous personal and political consequences.

Raspberries cost about eight hundred dollars a pound, and they're frail, so the grocery bagger automatically puts them on the bottom. They tend to rot like mad in those little plastic coffins, so you have to eat'em right away, and anyway, half the time they're too sour to eat. And unless you buy organic berries, they have probably been picked by suffering members of the slave labor force upon which the California economy--the 7th largest in the world--is based.

See also http://www.ufw.org/paper.htm