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I hope there is a grizzled, grumpy, laconic general there who just asks “why is the stripper talking?”.
I swear to fuck if that happens I’ll believe there is trickster god and will make sacrifices to them.
I bring you the burnt flesh of my summer squash Eshu!
Breathe in the sweet charred remains of my eggplant Anansi!
Watch as the red drips from the tomatoes as I remove their stigma Iratxoak!
I
Bring
YOU
ratatouille
It’s quite the fresh treat after a hearty winter!
chriiist

