Death Note

First Things First

Shoot first…

without a photo to caption I have to, but they would want to see a picture. A crowd craning their necks to see blood pooled around the same black converse that Kurt had worn. Shoelaces gone red. ‘I can’t see his head.’

Moving over here is committing instagram suicide and acting the lemming. As a 12 year old in 1992 a video game called Lemmings was something I enjoyed. Kid Icarus too. The aim of the game was to make lemmings follow one to safety but I took entertainment in watching them fall to death or burn in lava. No brackets. Through these words I will work on getting you to know that brackets will only end up doing to your mind what I did to the lemmings. I will get to the food soon. I will get to wine. I will. For now, type in Lemmings on YouTube.

Derailment: last weekend I was in a town called Tabor in the Czech Republique. The day had started with coffee and a visit to Jans’ bakery and then moved into a town hall kitchen where along with Pavel we soaked 10kg beans, cut and diced carrots, onions and celery and boiled two huge pots of tripe. 15kg tripe. We listened to a rock station radio while prepping. They played too much Nickleback and though I know a few songs from the early 2000s their songs stood out because they made my skin crawl. By late afternoon we were hungry and we walked the the bus station where I was told about a tripe soup. The bus station and the cafeteria was haunted by drunks and drug users, the crippled and unstable. Pavel ordered the soup. I didn’t expect anything. Its better to not. The soup is called Dršťková polévka. Tripe simmered in beef broth, tomatoes, paprika, onions, garlic, marjoram and caraway. It was thickened with a roux. The soup was what I want to find when visiting other places. Traditional and unusual, delicious. If I should write a recipe would you find that useful?

sincerely,

Gareth