Italians are amazing. Especially their grandmothers. And what do they make best? Marinara. Think of those juicy tomatoes. Plump, soft, ripply skin, rosy cheeked..and the the tomatoes aren’t bad either. So let’s get down to…
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I’m sitting here, outside at a French(esque) cafe table feeling the nostalgic rush of when I lived in this vibrant city. 6 years ago we moved away from Chicago…my kinda town…And now I sit here…
View PostI’m sitting here, outside at a French(esque) cafe table feeling the nostalgic rush of when I lived in this vibrant city. 6 years ago we moved away from Chicago…my kinda town…And now I sit here…
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Last night I awoke to someone in my bedroom stabbing a knife into my side. It was 02:32 and the moon was bright. I could make out an indistinct, hairline image of a tall, sturdy…
View PostLast night I awoke to someone in my bedroom stabbing a knife into my side. It was 02:32 and the moon was bright. I could make out an indistinct, hairline image of a tall, sturdy…
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My sister-in-law, Apples, hates french toast. Her nickname is Apples, in case that was too many food-isms in one. I’m mostly not sure what to do about it either. Bread steeped in the confines of…
View PostMy sister-in-law, Apples, hates french toast. Her nickname is Apples, in case that was too many food-isms in one. I’m mostly not sure what to do about it either. Bread steeped in the confines of…
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I asked her how the brisket was. She replied, “rich” with lifeless elucidation. I became dissonant in my recollection of why I asked her in the first place. I must have been appropriating social norms…
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Every year I try to align myself with what my favorite season is. Here in Washington state we get all four — and they are magical. I always find myself thinking “I love winter.” Winter…
View PostEvery year I try to align myself with what my favorite season is. Here in Washington state we get all four — and they are magical. I always find myself thinking “I love winter.” Winter…
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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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