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[pearwaldorf]

as i was sitting in the grass eating a perfectly poached egg this morning, i thought about anthony bourdain. someone on my TL i cannot remember who said that his being gone is like garlic being gone: a foundational absence that baffles the imagination.

—Rave Sashayed

(If this were Tumblr this would be a tag commentary but Dreamwidth doesn't work like that. There is a story that I have been meaning to write. The structure and content of the story itself hasn't changed since I conceived of it, but in the three years since I put it down as an idea a lot has shifted around it. Now it's going to be a gift for an acquaintance who lost her dad. It has my grandma's papaya soup recipe in it. And now I guess it'll be a little about Tony as well.)