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."
Monday, April 02, 2012
Now if only they'd get some kadampuli in stock, I'd be very happy:) Sure, I have a small supply of it at home, but would feel better about getting hooked on this item, if I knew I'd have a supplier for when I run out:)