It's impossible to act like a princess when you're eating ramen. I pull apart these stubborn chopsticks, and watch the wood splinter, like lovers scorned they leap apart and drown in an oil-soaked, soupy bath where mushrooms bob up and down like caramel apples and bamboo shoots cling to beansprouts for dear life. My lips… Continue reading Dirty ramen
Porn for the stomach Orgasm for the soul masala mayhem ensues. A creamy layer of coconut and almonds topples on top of chicken chunks and lips are licked while throats yawn open like snapping crocodiles. In and out feeding frenzy bite and swallow love at first sight. Indian food, will you marry… Continue reading Stop objectifying chicken tikka.