I don’t ‘do’ mint unless it’s in tea or toothpaste. Mint and food, together? Not my cup of tea…well actually, that might be slightly confusing as I just stated it is my cup of tea.…
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In school I knew a girl who’s husband was living a double life. A two-faced, conniving, fraudulent, counterfeit, lying, cheating, deplorable sack of cells. A makeshift con artist. Her and her daughter, beating hearts that…
View PostIn school I knew a girl who’s husband was living a double life. A two-faced, conniving, fraudulent, counterfeit, lying, cheating, deplorable sack of cells. A makeshift con artist. Her and her daughter, beating hearts that…
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Seven Octobers I’ve stared at these pines. Green to white and back again. And now my pine needles pose a new perception. Prickly pears poke with persnickety precision. The horizon has become lined with saguaro…
View PostSeven Octobers I’ve stared at these pines. Green to white and back again. And now my pine needles pose a new perception. Prickly pears poke with persnickety precision. The horizon has become lined with saguaro…
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Each Sunday for last 70 something Sundays I make eggs. Ok, I’m inflated. But still. There are just certain foods that ‘go’ at certain times. You know? For example: heirloom tomatoes in a Jacked Up…
View PostEach Sunday for last 70 something Sundays I make eggs. Ok, I’m inflated. But still. There are just certain foods that ‘go’ at certain times. You know? For example: heirloom tomatoes in a Jacked Up…
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I write about food, so as part of the job, I guess it helps to love food. Makes sense, right? And I do. I plan my trips around it, I run further so I can…
View PostI write about food, so as part of the job, I guess it helps to love food. Makes sense, right? And I do. I plan my trips around it, I run further so I can…
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Deep inside lies a dragon. A goblin whose ravenousness thirsts restlessly for the right fit. A quagmire of sorts. Blinding, arduously bumbling, haphazardly leaving a cataclysmic trail of chaos. True, unrivaled pandemonium. This infectious, noxious…
View PostDeep inside lies a dragon. A goblin whose ravenousness thirsts restlessly for the right fit. A quagmire of sorts. Blinding, arduously bumbling, haphazardly leaving a cataclysmic trail of chaos. True, unrivaled pandemonium. This infectious, noxious…
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Welcome to Open Plate Anthropology. I’m Alexa, creator of this site based on a serious disease progression - my unrelenting obsession with food and travel. It’s lust actually. Food lust.
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