‘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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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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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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