ktcon
Who cares what the ratings are? We are going to cook what makes us happy. We are going to cook it with the intent of love. When you put love in your labor, it doesn't matter what the city thinks. People must be more adventurous. They have to taste what they have never tasted before.
We have a great crew. A knock around group of pirates. You could say. The ship almost sank today. A hole in the side. Water everywhere. But we bare this burden equally. So we can push out the darkness.
Crescent shaped little cheese slices. They eat them all. Because they taste smokey. Bu they didn't eat the labna. Too citrus-tasting. I think they would have liked it with some lavosh. Weak weak palates. Maybe they'll change.
Everything hinged on her shoulders. Moving? Standing? For what? It all swung on the crick of that door. Open or closed. How do you tell the future you are not ready for this.
He was walking like an accordion now. Flopping this way and that. They stared. Wondering how a man that well dressed was that crippled. He stepped up to the podium with a quiet confidence. The stirring people halted. Like reeds in a stream.
This food is incredibly bland. I can only work for food that does not spoil. Food that is fresh and vibrant. That feeds more than your physical hunger. That points to an insatiable hunger of the soul. Now that is something to chew on. For eternity.