When I moved to Spokane via Chicago and Miami, I may have brought a bit of big city with me. I’m constantly ridiculed for being overdressed (and under-caring). I enjoy getting dolled up in lavishly…
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I just learned some thing inconceivable. Incomprehensible. In direct correlation against everything that I stand for. My dad’s wife or my ‘bonus mom’ (as she lovingly refers to herself) does not like …wait for…
View PostI just learned some thing inconceivable. Incomprehensible. In direct correlation against everything that I stand for. My dad’s wife or my ‘bonus mom’ (as she lovingly refers to herself) does not like …wait for…
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Remember when parties were a thing? So jovial, so jubilant…now so distant. One day I’m sure I will nostalgically reminisce about dressing up in stilettos and glamorous lashes, speaking fondly of this obscure memory to…
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Have you ever smelled the permeating lies that bounce so eloquently off of a once formidable tongue? Lies so bedazzling, like a fraudulent song bird, a delicate musical interlude, interrupted. Dancing. Floating. Dripping off supple,…
View PostHave you ever smelled the permeating lies that bounce so eloquently off of a once formidable tongue? Lies so bedazzling, like a fraudulent song bird, a delicate musical interlude, interrupted. Dancing. Floating. Dripping off supple,…
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Each year, by car or plane, by summer or winter, by hook or by crook, we go to Seattle to settle our eastern Washington scores and cravings, by eating and drinking the best of the…
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So evidently, moving to the Pacific Northwest has made me somewhat of a ‘beer snob’. With hundreds of craft beer scenes within driving distance, I have access to some amazing ales on (dare I say…
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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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