Holy crap, it seems like I only update here when I either a) cook/eat some really good food, b) have an unusual biological function or c) get drunk. This falls under all of the above..
Tonight I ate oysters, and they weren't half bad. The first time I had oysters was "creole fried" and they pretty much turned my stomach. I had a plate of about a dozen and I think I ate two before I turned them away and focused instead on my butter chicken (oh sweet Indian goddess of delicious food, how you treat me so awesome).
As I was saying, there were oysters tonight, and they weren't half bad (though on the half-shell, hah!). I'm not convinced I like oysters yet, but I certainly won't tyurn them down either.
Concerning said biological function, it seems that eating beets curses me to two (or more) days of blood red bodily waste... what's up with that? I didn't even a whole beet! It was a fucking french fried beet at that!
And the drunk part? I'm laying on my bed, contemplating existence, winter and The Moon and Antarctica, digesting a few (and a half) pints of New Castle and Keith's.
Tonight I ate oysters, and they weren't half bad. The first time I had oysters was "creole fried" and they pretty much turned my stomach. I had a plate of about a dozen and I think I ate two before I turned them away and focused instead on my butter chicken (oh sweet Indian goddess of delicious food, how you treat me so awesome).
As I was saying, there were oysters tonight, and they weren't half bad (though on the half-shell, hah!). I'm not convinced I like oysters yet, but I certainly won't tyurn them down either.
Concerning said biological function, it seems that eating beets curses me to two (or more) days of blood red bodily waste... what's up with that? I didn't even a whole beet! It was a fucking french fried beet at that!
And the drunk part? I'm laying on my bed, contemplating existence, winter and The Moon and Antarctica, digesting a few (and a half) pints of New Castle and Keith's.