I’m Not Mad at You in Particular, Just Everyone in General
It’s been one of those weeks,
in the middle of the month
when you just want to scream
and break something beautiful
like those drones in the halls
playing pretend scholars
on blood money and silenced ghosts
Williamsburg, BK. – Nazi SS glasses on a Draw Anything 2 poster at corner of Bedford Ave and N 12th.
welcome to our feast
give thanks, take thanks, we are one
creamy cosmic tang
I’m not sure how this all started, if there even is a beginning. There’s something about food, things from the earth and the sea and the air, that have a primordial element to them when mixed with fire. Or at least I tend to think so. The five fundamentals of the cosmos mixed together in perfect balance–or at least that’s the idea. Sure, you burn things now and then, but such is life. Anyway, there is an interesting story here, believe it or not, that’s I’m going to share, in the hopes that it makes someone else chuckle besides me.
I’ve recently found myself doing some culinary experiments with various takoyaki recipes in my kitchen, and in the process have had quite an adventure. It all began early this week when I decided to break out my takoyaki maker from the kitchen closet and put it in action. The experiment went ok, but the batter I made didn’t really turn out how I had wanted. It was too doughy and dense, and without enough fluff. So it was back to trial and error kitchen research round 2. Read More