11 February 2023: Deconstructed Lunch

D├ęconstruit Sandwich You are what you eat, that’s what Mama said. So I’m the rear quarter of a pig. Smoked. Even though I quit long ago. An emulsion of egg and oil. I’m a brined, sliced cucumber. Bubbling starter and flour, and a slow ferment. Trust my mama to slick guilt on a ham and … Continue reading 11 February 2023: Deconstructed Lunch