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."
Friday, February 27, 2015
Salad Days: Crabby Patty Salad
Salad consisted of spinach and arugala, avocado, pear, shred carrot,
craisins, candied walnuts and little heart shaped radish slices, all
dressed with sonething I threw together
with white miso, fresh orange juice and zest, grapeseed oil, apple
cider vinegar and a bit of black pepper. And a crab cake served on top.