Was washing some frijoles negros gifted from my neighbour’s bean patch last year to make a mashawa soup for another friend who needs some comfort food, while muttering to myself “die Guten ins Töpfchen, die Schlechten ins Kröpfchen”…
… and it struck me just how much something so utterly mundane probably really pisses off some of the other neighbours. And just how unutterably sad that is.
Anywho, my kitchen’s gonna smell fucking amazing tomorrow. #KitchenWitchery





