The Elephant and Butter has become a bit like this guy, only without the tree. What I'd give for a tree like that right now! But really, it's just me and this guy -- Eadweard Muybridge. And lots of books. And books about books. And then books about those.
Speaking of, I was in a library the other day browsing through a cookbook on Africa (yeah, the whole continent), and I found a photograph of the exact saucepan I inherited from my grandmother when she died. Battered aluminum and all. I shouldn't even be using that metal, I know. But I do.
Someday I'll post some photos of a Yemeni-Israeli chef's mise en place.
Also, remember I broke my camera? Well, I bought a similar one online for the parts and somehow managed to replace the destroyed film speed and rewind knobs on the original camera without error. Buying a machine for its parts confirms, I suppose, that I am my father's son.
What is this, a diary?
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