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."
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Tuesday Tastespotting, 6/10/08
Things I saw at Tastespotting which made me salivate and want to file away for future reference: