Uncle Miller was an engineer. When Uncle Miller did anything it had to be done with great precision. Because of this propensity the family always allowed him to cut his own birthday cake. If someone else cut it they'd never hear the end of how one piece wasn't cut straight or someone's pieces was larger than another's. Do you know an Uncle Miller? The one who stands alone in the kitchen yelling, "Hey, who cut this pie?" and then proceeds to grumble because a piece was cut at the wrong angle? If you do know someone like this I recommend you buy a loaf of uncut bread and cut the first piece at a horrible angle. It will drive them up the wall.
Click on image to see it larger. And I just wanted to say that I never said collecting was pretty, nor is it an art form. It is what it is and that's all that it is....
Truth...have no idea who this man is. I do however know what it sounds like when a person with such a propensity discovers a fresh loaf of bread cut at an angle. I snicker every single time.
This photo is from the box of photos bought on Sunday at the flea market. A gem.
And for those who haven't been around here long, those who have missed some of my cake cutting collection, check out the following posts from last year:
It is a category. I must collect.
When at the flea market on Sunday a seller, aware I collected photos, asked what kind. Since there was another buyer standing next to me and I didn't want to give away my secrets I said, "Pigs eating watermelon. I collect photos of pigs eating watermelon." They both laughed. A ha, they were playing into my plan. They thought I was nuts. I then said, "I have one. I am looking for more. It is a category. I must collect." It was then that the other buyer decided to leave. Perhaps he thought "it" was catching.