Pate pur Canard

Relishing ancient memories. Makes me almost want to eat those cheeses which are far too expensive for me to buy and that I'm afraid of anyway. Sad about eating pate pur canard because it seems perverse to relish flesh in a form so mangled. Like you're not really appreciating it, you're making mush out of a part of a creature that could be honored with a little more recognition than a little duck icon.

Amazed at the altitude of mausoleums, wondering how long they will really last, and what happens when they fall. Tempted by the idea of finding ancient chambers run through by subways. Curious about how outdoor plumbing with the lye, or whatever it is, works.

Where is my vineyard and how should I find it? Some would probably say that it is impossible to grow garlic and grapes on the same land, but to them I say, "we shall see." They haven't said this yet, and I have not said it either, so it is sort of insignificant. Feel free to IM me your suggestions at "scrapplelove", my omage to meat products that have been wrought through the griffin fingers of our culinary conventions.