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, April 20, 2016
Because I'm Fancy
These have been procured. No particular recipes in mind, yet. Though, I thought both could potentially be great for naans and pizza dough.