Oh Mi Goreng you saviour of foods. I salute you. With a fried egg and some bok choy you are an almost rounded meal. Cooked quickly in the middle of the night you give me powers to resist late night drunken pizza indulgence. When overseas, you taste like home.
And I salute the forward thinkning young man I saw in the Market City IGA buying you by the box. Those are serious snacking preparations. Respect.
I love cloud scapes, lunar japes and Chanel #90: Pirate. I intend to talk poetry but almost always end up talking food or politics. Sometimes both. I'm not as nomadic as I'd like but working on it. And I'm not high maintenance, just difficult. Respond
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