My daughter calls me ‘mummy’. Not, actually though. I mean, it’s what I’m teaching her to call me. She can’t speak yet. Also, I’m not British, but I really like the way it sounds when…
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Hello old friend. It’s been too long. You look good. I’ve gotten sidetracked. Dedicated to extensive assignment, with hopes and a bursting appetite to come back rapidly to you. And I’ll tell you one thing.…
View PostHello old friend. It’s been too long. You look good. I’ve gotten sidetracked. Dedicated to extensive assignment, with hopes and a bursting appetite to come back rapidly to you. And I’ll tell you one thing.…
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Today my office sits about 150 miles northeast of Spokane. Nestled deep in the vibrant republic of Idaho’s Panhandle National Forest – far removed from humans and hospitals (and viruses)…just me and the Cuban and…
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Alabama, Tennessee, Florida, Georgia – lived in all of them. And I’ve bumbled around the south for long enough that I consider myself “well versed” in the hoedown of true southern style cookin’. I can…
View PostAlabama, Tennessee, Florida, Georgia – lived in all of them. And I’ve bumbled around the south for long enough that I consider myself “well versed” in the hoedown of true southern style cookin’. I can…
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Do you wanna know the quickest way to a mans heart? A left sided resuscitative thoracotomy, directly adjacent to the sternum, applying manual pressure on the pericardium in efforts to control massive traumatic hemorrhage. Oh……
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The moon is hollow and full and cold. It’s pitch black, but bright. The breeze is biting. The incessant snow dances out an ivory song, gracefully falling to its final resting place. The tree is…
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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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