Take one decrepit blog platform, no please.
Now add a soupçon of we're really fucked. (At fine shops everywhere.)
Because the premise of this place is still on the cusp of unworkable. (450o for 6 1/2 years?)
And there you have it: Malthusian Pie.
You know whom I miss ever since OS came sorta-back? I miss the folks who made such a big deal out of boycotting that they may feel like they aren't welcome ever again.
Many of us have resurfaced who used to grace these pages regularly. You needn't explain. It's in the work.
But if we are what we eat, and we're eating Malthusian pie remember, we are screaming towards a mathematical inevitability. We either speed-read our way to the popular assumption that we are wonderful which morphs into that we skim like lightning to comment, or else find ourselves able to pay attention to about 10 "favorites."
What kind of hellscape did we sign on to, Kerry?
(Tag your posts "foodie tuesday.")