I had to write a short article about Passover, for which I needed a picture of food in my minivan.
So I opened a box of crackers, took one out, put it on the floor of the car and snapped the photo.
Here’s the irony: you could feed the Bronx with the once edible detritus that lines the floor of my car. There are two thousand crumbling potato chips shoved under the seats in the way back, four pounds of half eaten granola bars wedged in between the arm rests, three hundred cheese crackers between the seats and five liters of yogurt caked on the leather, not to mention many pieces of gum fossilizing here and there….
But I went and staged the photo anyway.
Was I afraid to show the true underbelly of minivan life?