Sometimes it’s important to do things more than once. You know what I mean? Like can you ever visit Las Vegas just once? Come on. You look twice; when you have to cross the road,…
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You know that terrible Christmas song “Baby It’s Cold Outside”? You remember, the one that portrays a low-life, chester of a man attempting to come off genuine to a vulnerable mare who is trapped in…
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‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the kitchen, not a party was stirring, and I was a-bitchen. The Prosecco was poured in its flutes with such care, while garlic powder and parmesan crumbs…
View Post‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the kitchen, not a party was stirring, and I was a-bitchen. The Prosecco was poured in its flutes with such care, while garlic powder and parmesan crumbs…
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This is my new algorithm: (Pancakes + pancetta) – alcohol induced pancreatitis x panic / abundant panhandling x pandemonium = This damn pandemic It’s really a simple pantomime and I’m not pandering either. So…what are…
View PostThis is my new algorithm: (Pancakes + pancetta) – alcohol induced pancreatitis x panic / abundant panhandling x pandemonium = This damn pandemic It’s really a simple pantomime and I’m not pandering either. So…what are…
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There was a knock at the door. It was 0500. Frankfurt, Germany. Circa 1999. Hissing cries start streaming out of the cradle next to me. My sister is 14 months old. I am in no…
View PostThere was a knock at the door. It was 0500. Frankfurt, Germany. Circa 1999. Hissing cries start streaming out of the cradle next to me. My sister is 14 months old. I am in no…
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Last night I dreamt I was a red balloon. Bumbling, topsy turvy, gusting and thwarting without any direction. Flying, bouncing, an elastic version of weightless wind. I felt free. So happy. Another bounce and I…
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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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