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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This morning I dropped a tub of feta and it spilled. Everywhere. Glob the blog dog’s wafts of hair clung to every residual bit of its brackish, savory existence. I cried. Then I took…
View PostThis morning I dropped a tub of feta and it spilled. Everywhere. Glob the blog dog’s wafts of hair clung to every residual bit of its brackish, savory existence. I cried. Then I took…
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Each February the dark underlords confer and decide to make people of Earth the feel like winter is never going to end. I, for one, think this is a useless month and believe that we…
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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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