We are what we eat. We eat. We shit. Our produce grow from shit-fertilized soil. We become shit. Festive as that may be, enter the the "Eatateria," to discover an ever-increasing assortment of recipes for lovely meals, which we will soon shit out.
I eat, and I shit; therefore, "I am."
Friday, June 30, 2006
Sad, Sad Foods Redux: Prison Wine
Check out the recipe & commentary over at "The Sneeze," regarding the making of "Prison Wine."
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