Beauty is in the unexpected. I stumbled upon a facinating picture of what appeared to be frothing cups of coffee in charming earthern mugs. How romantic.

You know how sometimes you see a picture and it stops you dead in your tracks and invokes pure unadulterated feeling? It was warm and fuzzy for me.

Turned out to be bowls of turkey broth.

Amusing but I take back romantic. Something about feeling mushy over somebody's Thanksgiving leftovers.

So is the truth really liberating?