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Inside: Photos of eyeballs, bees, eyeballs, blue hands, and eyeballs. Also inside: Thoughts I want you to read and to live by and, when especially inspired, to set to opera. Also inside: my fight against vegetable tyranny. Just a little something I do so you don’t have to. You're welcome. Come on in and get your jibber jabber on!
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Can there ever be thought of culinary delight without thoughts of death? Eating is the activity which we must constantly engage in so as not to die, but in the end, eating too will be futile. Furthermore, everything you eat is something that died so that you could remain alive for just a little longer. It is the irresponsible person who breezily sails through life without reflecting on mortality with every potful of spaghetti.
Tumseste, my dying companions.
S-S -- hey it's a holiday! I'm eating guilt-free and loving it! I'll get back to my usual morbid morosity over our mortal munching tomorrow!
MB -- I'm no food blogger, but I can say without much deliberation that your fears are dead on, my friend. Dead, on.
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Stop stopping your guilt, AD. We don't do guilt-free here. Think about your impending doom!
Actually I wouldn't have thought about death unless you mentioned it. I loved the lighting.
Oh I thought about death alright.
MB it's not like you're the only one who thinks of death constantly.
Well constantly yes. But. Well you're not the only one otherwise.
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I'm with TechnoP. I love this photo. Would happily use it on my food blog but also laughed out loud at the title "Bacbeth's Spaghetti." I'll have to get to work on that recipe.
Make that "Macbeth's"....hard to type with the old cat between me and the keyboard.
I don't think it looks so much like death as evil. That is one pot of spaghetti I would have to pass up. I can practically hear the ominous bubbling.
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