I’m a clean up your plate kind of guy. So as the waistline expanded I realized I need to cut it in half before I start. Because once you start, and the other half is staring at you, there’s no way to stop.
Only the photographic sensibility of this blog could turn an image of something from Tartine into a pile of dog vomit. Why bother writing about food at all, if this what you think food is?
I’m a clean up your plate kind of guy. So as the waistline expanded I realized I need to cut it in half before I start. Because once you start, and the other half is staring at you, there’s no way to stop.
Anything (after consuming those Kiva berries pictured, of course).
Okonomyaki from Namu Gaji!!
Only the photographic sensibility of this blog could turn an image of something from Tartine into a pile of dog vomit. Why bother writing about food at all, if this what you think food is?