the IDIOT QUEST TASTE EXPLOSION

My plan was to eat donuts from A Baker’s Wife while watching Twin Cities Marathon. This didn’t quite work out, and we ended up eating our pastries at the apartment, and then going on a walk along the Twin Cities Marathon path. Here’s something I found out: Just watching marathoners make me feel physically ill.

Jordan got and ate this caramel cake thingy. He seemed pleased. I think you can call the above photo an action shot, as the innards are dripping at a ferocious pace.This monster is something they called an American Teacake. It was amazing. I should note that the other side is coated in powdered suga’, natch.

Here’s a pic of the foamy latte I got at the race. I think this was only my fourth cup for the day.

Here’s an angry young citizen. One day he will be an angry old citizen.

Patriotism! Fall colors! People doing what? Who cares.

Here are some runners, walking.

Again, American teacake: more fascinating than a run.

Oh no! Someone’s mansion got TP’d!

Dogs are fascinating creatures. Especially if they’re smiley.

Let me guess: God hates runners? What would a marathon be without some extreme Evangelism?

I was considering making an album of people laying on the ground while watching the marathon. But they woulda all been kids, except for this dude.

This house had a nice shadow.

This girl was pretending to be a fire hydrant. The marathon was just “OK.”