i wrote about my suburban childhood existence that was fueled by wonderbread and lunchables, my years at juilliard where xylophones and pizza ruled my life, the real (and smelly) story of eggboy and me, and my new life on the farm with jell-o salads and tater tots.
A year and a half ago i made a list of all of my favorite foods, and then over the course of the following year i wrote down their recipes, got them camera-ready, and snap snap snapped. then i locked the doors, played sia the loudest she would go, and sat my bum at the table to extract all of the words from my belly/my heart/my brain.
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