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, August 22, 2012
It's Been a While: A Rumination
Just plunking this thought in here...
Debating the merits of some Harissa marinated chicken on the grill, served atop a bed of kash-ke badamjan, and maybe some okra fritters might be involved.
Eggplant and okra have both been procured from the farmer's market today.