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He’s a goner

Everything is perfect.

Now I will go see if I can seduce a can of ravioli out of the sad Swedish guy in arctic hostel room 25. The circulation in my face is all fucked up by my time on the arctic mountainside and my NYE makeup is on point. I look like an extremely beautiful clown, one with really, really dirty hair. He’s a goner.

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disappointing produce

Dad says the produce in Berlin in June of 2006 was disappointing, that I should pack apples with me. This can’t be right. I remember how appalled I was at the available plant matter in Bergen in December… But wow we can’t grow much of anything here in New York City in late December, either, but we have access to much more than garlic and potatoes. Is it just that Bergen can’t support the import? There is not adequate market? Perhaps. That’s the self-reinforcing cycle of culture, I guess.

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prepackaged cinnamon roll

someone several rows up evidently didn’t want the prepackaged cinnamon roll that must have come with the in-flight meal i didn’t order, so i snagged that baby, left alone in her seat, on my way out, free calories YEAH and on that note you guys it’s possible that i’m about to lose a lot of weight without wanting to per se

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the sentiment, so much

I said,

I have heard back from my buddy from January here, a stellar human who promised then that heʼd keep the joint I left him so we could share it “when inevitably youʼre back”

So now I walk to Goodlife Cafe on Søllerørgade, where he may be found, taking note along the way of how I can eat for the absolute cheapest on this timescale

Not that the joint matters

But the sentiment, so much

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