My obstetrician must think I’m the looniest toon this side of the hen house. I visited him yesterday, at nearly 39 weeks pregnant (which is nearing the 10 month mark, if you’re so inclined to…
View Post
I’m usually on time. Most of my life I’ve had a respectful relationship with time. If I say I’m gonna be somewhere at a certain time, then I am – and customarily a few minutes…
View PostI’m usually on time. Most of my life I’ve had a respectful relationship with time. If I say I’m gonna be somewhere at a certain time, then I am – and customarily a few minutes…
View Post
I cannot expect what I cannot expect. You know what I mean? Let’s extrapolate this to a circumstance you are facing at this time (I.E.) the friend you don’t think will betray you – and…
View Post
Koi fish are disgusting. They are by far the worst fish. I’ve always thought so. A gussy’ed up catfish all too good at mocking the adoring tourist. Slimy and slithery, they are most incriminable –…
View PostKoi fish are disgusting. They are by far the worst fish. I’ve always thought so. A gussy’ed up catfish all too good at mocking the adoring tourist. Slimy and slithery, they are most incriminable –…
View Post
Go into your cupboard. Remove the butter dish. Place your hand around the yellow stick of fat. Squeeze. You feel better don’t you? You don’t have to thank me, I got you. There are few…
View Post
I’m usually 80/20…or 90/10. Savory/Sweet. There are those who like dessert and those who don’t. I’m neither of these and both at any given time. Give me crusty, pillowy baguettes and stinky, oozing cheese. Give…
View Post
Welcome to Open Plate Anthropology. I’m Alexa, creator of this site based on a serious disease progression - my unrelenting obsession with food and travel. It’s lust actually. Food lust.
Read More