Rot more each hour. Lay about you, who sprays violence
No matter, each second that beats time flails a bit of your substance away

Mark Bittman How to Cook Everything is the only one of my physical cookbooks I wouldn't be without.

The color scheme illustrates what flavor evil clown you'll hallucinate on em

When my mom died, I spent (maybe a week? Not too long) seeing the world in hyper focus, hyper detail, and also had repeated disassociation for the first time I'm aware of. Like grief can shake the brain from familiar overlays and instead you move though the world/people/things like it's all new.

A marinated chickpea salad in good vinaigrette with a little chopped onion and green pepper is a side we do most years, so easy a kid can make it.

My favorite peaceful cat in flowers picture, a drink in the shade garden in low angle evening sun.