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, July 07, 2014
More Cray-cray Fruit-tay-tay
My tastes have always leaned towards the exotic.
From the first chance I ever had (as a child) to make a choice
of what I wanted to eat,
I always wanted to try something I have never tried before.