Ever throw something together on a whim and had it come out of the oven so perfect that you didn't want to touch it or eat it? I had this happen over the weekend. Fortunately the batteries in the camera were working.

Why is it that I hate to take pictures so much? Is it because I did not grow up in a high-picture family? I take a few snaps of my kid(s) every few weeks and think nothing of it. I certainly do not walk around with a camera all day waiting for them to do something picture-worthy.

The dish in the picture is a simple plate of loaded potato wedges. Baked potatoes, leftover, wedged and sprinkled with seasoned salt, chopped broccoli, chunks of freshly fried bacon, and cheddar.