11.28.2006
I Love Anthony Bourdain
"Bad food is made without pride, by cooks who have no pride, and no love. Bad food is made by those who are indifferent, or who are trying to be everything to everybody, who are trying to please everyone ... Bad food is fake food ... food that shows fear and lack of confidence in people’s ability to discern or to make decisions about their lives. Food that’s too safe, too pasteurised, too healthy – it’s bad! There should be some risk, like unpasteurised cheese. Food is about rot, and decay, and fermentation….as much as it is also about freshness."
"Vegetarians, and their Hezbollah-like splinter faction, the vegans, are a persistent irritant to any chef worth a damn. To me, life without veal stock, pork fat, sausage, organ meat, demiglace, or even stinky cheese is a life not worth living."
"Vegetarians, and their Hezbollah-like splinter faction, the vegans, are a persistent irritant to any chef worth a damn. To me, life without veal stock, pork fat, sausage, organ meat, demiglace, or even stinky cheese is a life not worth living."
Goodbye, my
friend.
10:50 AM
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10:50 AM
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11.12.2006
Love You old lady
Khadeja daughter of Josephine
Most of us didn’t even bother
While you sinked your whites
And soaked your burgle
And washed your cucumber
In river damns and springs
Most of us looked at you
As a duty lives – duty do
My eyebrows and shoes
Look fit to be seen
Because of you
Metal bucket of fresh water
Pomegranates and fig jam
Grapes dusted with white snow
And a bathroom tiled with you
That’s how I will always see you
I am so sorry I missed
your last breath
Goodbye, my
friend.
8:48 PM
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8:48 PM
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11.03.2006
Hey
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows.
Here is the root of the root and the bud of the fruit
And the sky of a tree called life;
Which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide.
And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart.
I carry your heart.
I carry you in my heart.
Here is the root of the root and the bud of the fruit
And the sky of a tree called life;
Which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide.
And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart.
I carry your heart.
I carry you in my heart.
Goodbye, my
friend.
1:30 PM
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1:30 PM
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