You may already know this, but...there are a bunch of boring-ass blogs out there. I just clicked around for like 30 minutes wearing an unbudgeable "impress me" scowl.
This experience leads me to believe that this blog is also probably quite boring-ass as well. In fact, I know it is. Look, what's that above, just there? Cubed tilapia and kaffir lime leaves. Big whoop. What's just below us? Andy and Valentina wrapping an unappetizing-looking (but totally delicious) squid, coconut, lemongrass, etc. mixture in banana leaves for steaming.
Bah....whatever. This is the Internet, baby. I done seen that shit already. Then there's the completed version of Mara's always-chompable saté lilit, the only food-on-a-stick in town with no stick. But this too is deja vu, no?
Finally, we have four or five lovely bitches (I mean this in the non-misogynist, appreciative sense...as in, "them there's some fine-ass lovely-headed bitches.") shakin' all manner of thing on the dance floor to the sounds of Gal Costa while fluorescent blue dragonflies hover over their heads. Bah. "Seen it," you say. I know, I know.
This is an often-NSFW, mostly gluten-free kitchen notebook that also occasionally threatens to turn into something else and fails, thus remaining its same old cryptic and superficial self. These posts begin to fail to explain (start at the bottom).
Reboot the Blog, Recalibrate the Palate
A period of neglect. Dormancy. Slackness. Call it what you will. This miniscule corner of the web still has some life. I'd like to make it sputter again from...