multiply by two to get my breakfast.
perhaps i should feel bad for the poor goose that suffered and died for my satisfaction.
then again, i'm almost certain it will return from the grave to bite me in the behind one day.
and maybe as retribution i'd to snappity snap very quickly before the ants attacked my brekkie.
so much for the juxtaposition of industrial force-feeding with the zen courtyard...
the only thing good about this bloomin' heat is that the foie gras melted some and became molten goodness on a cracker instead of the cold paste it sometimes is.
one year ago in stockholm, in the land of mysterymeat balls and hence the blog address, i was morosely eating mystery animal liver pate that had turned moldy.
this year, i'm back home and relishing the creature comforts suddenly accessible again!
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