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 –…
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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…
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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…
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Today my brother and sister-in-law are driving the tremendously scenic route from Chicago to Cullman, Alabama – to surprise my 96 year old grandmother. No one has seen her in over a year and a…
View PostToday my brother and sister-in-law are driving the tremendously scenic route from Chicago to Cullman, Alabama – to surprise my 96 year old grandmother. No one has seen her in over a year and a…
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Playing with fire. Watching it burn. Cemented inside a mesmerized daze. Confusion and awe. Delicate fizzles stranding, rush into nothingness. A dance uninterrupted, perfectly freeform. I’m captivated by a the magic of my campfire. Enter…
View PostPlaying with fire. Watching it burn. Cemented inside a mesmerized daze. Confusion and awe. Delicate fizzles stranding, rush into nothingness. A dance uninterrupted, perfectly freeform. I’m captivated by a the magic of my campfire. Enter…
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I walked into an ambush. Bound, gagged, blinded, hands tied. Taken. I awoke drowsy, confused. Do they know that I know that they know I know? Whoa. I know. This is privileged information. Classified. Trapped.…
View PostI walked into an ambush. Bound, gagged, blinded, hands tied. Taken. I awoke drowsy, confused. Do they know that I know that they know I know? Whoa. I know. This is privileged information. Classified. Trapped.…
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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.
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