Clearly my mother never taught me not to play with my food. We went to Applebees for dinner Thursday night and I got a steak. It comes with potatoes in some form, you know? Only I don't eat those, so I ordered a baked one for Mom and Sister to split, but then they brought me mashed instead. And poisoned my steak in the process because they were touching, but I lived through that. Anyway, since no one wanted to eat the nasty soggy vegetables that also came with my meal or the mashed tateys, I made myself a new friend! Literally. And then the stupid waitress killed her and I was sad. But I got pictures, first! (On my phone, so, not high quality.)
This first picture I was not yet done with my masterpiece. But I didn't know that yet. Our actual waiter came by to ask us how our food was or something and saw my plate and had to try really hard not to laugh and it was so funny! The next time he came by he very carefully averted his gaze from going any lower than my face until he had turned away from the table completely. It's like he was embarassed by my new friend or something. I don't even know why.
And here is the completed version! If you look close enough, you can even see a little piece of tomato in her mouth that I used for the tongue. Broccoli for hair (very short hair, though, because I ran out of broccoli), zuccini for eyes and ears (I think that is what it is?), a carrot for her nose, and squash for the lips. The little round "flower" behind her ear is a marachino cherry that Sister had on top of her Cherry Limeade slush or whatever it was. So, be forwarned that if you ever take me to Applebees and I order a steak and no one wants to eat my tateys, I may just end up making myself a new friend. I think next time I'll ask to take it home.