There’s nothing here. I gotta go shopping, but I hate to go shopping , so put it off until I end up in the situation I find myself in tonight.
I have chickpeas, olive oil, barley, an onion, a bulb of garlic, and half a bag of frozen corn. I am also spoiled for spices.
I’m gonna cook the barley and chickpeas still soft, dice the onion and garlic, and throw everything in a cast iron skillet (along with the half a bag of corn), and just full-on fucking fry them all up.
I will spice promiscuously, mostly with hot stuff (if the dish does taste like ass, I won’t be able to tell because my mouth will be on fire). Then I will eat it in bed while doing crossword puzzles with my dogs, who probably won’t be jealous at all.
If you don’t hear from me in the next few days, know that I am dead and that I loved you guys, strangers technically though you are.
“Men who want to be feminists do not need to be given a space in feminism. They need to take the space they have in society & make it feminist.”—Kelley Temple, National Union of Students UK Women’s Officer (via feministkitsch)