I’ll never forget the story in her words. It went like this: “I was dog sitting my parents friends’ pup, Pickles while they vacationed in Mexico. Off grid, out of touch. I worked in the…
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I went up to the church on the hill. Actually, it was a mountain. Buried up in the ups of the palisade, complete with snow laden tops, lay the Holy Cross adorned with red candles.…
View PostI went up to the church on the hill. Actually, it was a mountain. Buried up in the ups of the palisade, complete with snow laden tops, lay the Holy Cross adorned with red candles.…
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I will never in my life understand why they talk to you at the dentist. You’re sitting there, gullet vulnerably gaping toward the heavens…dry, uncomfortably wide. Your face, a vestibule for falling oral sputter. Roaring…
View PostI will never in my life understand why they talk to you at the dentist. You’re sitting there, gullet vulnerably gaping toward the heavens…dry, uncomfortably wide. Your face, a vestibule for falling oral sputter. Roaring…
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Herbivores, look away. I’m sorry, I’m not against vegetarians. I even know some. I love lentils too. I get it. And one day my brother, Reuben*, posed a perplexing proposition…”Perhaps, something heartier to ingest?” In…
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They were keeping a deep, dark secret from me. I had no idea the bamboozling I was in for. How could a lineage of strong Greek mothers take a secret like this to the grave…It…
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In back breaking stillness he heals real life. He brings back to life. He brings in new life. In tormented abandonment, observing a gift of life, taken, he fights with every fiber, neural synapse, every…
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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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