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."
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Post To Be Extrapolated Upon At a Later Date: Inspiration Piece for a "Monkey Shines" Brunch
I saw these online recently and thought they were so clever. I copied the photo as a reminder that I'd want to use this idea eventually.
Banana nut muffins Monkey bread These cookies...
What other items could be served at a so-themed brunch?