rotting onions in my bag...
it seems like a weird prank, but no it was actually me who left a half used onion in my own bag to come home after a three week tour of the States and see it rotting (and thankfully, oddly beautiful) in the side pocket of my weekend bag. The casualty of a dinner party I had, thinking I'd use the rest of this onion...apparently my waste not attitude was overcome and pushed aside by the flurry of fresh new
whole vegetables that I brought back from the market...Rue Faubourg Saint Denis... love
it seems like a weird prank, but no it was actually me who left a half used onion in my own bag to come home after a three week tour of the States and see it rotting (and thankfully, oddly beautiful) in the side pocket of my weekend bag. The casualty of a dinner party I had, thinking I'd use the rest of this onion...apparently my waste not attitude was overcome and pushed aside by the flurry of fresh new whole vegetables that I brought back from the market...Rue Faubourg Saint Denis... love
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