yuqiboy

i’m nearly half way through kokou no hito and i was inspired to read this manga because

1. when i went to south florida earlier this spring, i was waiting for a friend to come back from the restroom at a barnes and noble we ducked into on my last evening there. i was flipping through the few big coffee table type books that were showcased, thick, hardcover, glossy pages. i started with architecture ones but then saw one about a photographer who followed a few mountain climbers as they scaled up k2. it looked crazy, they were in these sling tent things that looked like hammocks (portaledge? hanging tents? vertical camping? –> quick google search). they were great photos. lots of pics of the three dudes in their bright colored (yellow, orange, blue?) coats and goggles and beanies. there were few captions but most of it was the photographer talking about how much of a beast the main climber was. i spent probably, like, not even 5 minutes looking through that photo book but it definitely stuck with me

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here’s how you make breakfast tomatoes:

ingredients:

• small, sweet tomatoes. can be those that are off the vine, cherry, grape, campari, whichever. but you should be able to hold only, like, two comfortably in one hand, and they should be sweet
• olive oil
• salt
• pepper
• white wine vinegar

instructions:

• first wash the tomatoes in a medium size bowl
• use a knife to cut them in half or quarters depending on the size of the tomatoes and your preference
• after they’re rinsed and cut, a pinch of salt over the tomatoes in that same bowl. toss them with a spoon or your hands, idc it’s your house, and set the bowl aside
• now. you gotta do something. something you’ve been putting off but only takes like 15 minutes. like feeding your cat, or calling your mom to tell her about the breakfast tomatoes you’re making, or sending a picture of something you took yesterday to your aunt you no longer talk to as much, or opening that internet bill and seeing the same shit that’s on your e-bill but deciding that you can comfortably throw away that piece of mail because you know there’s nothing terribly important in it because you’ve opened it, putting away the various bottles of chili limon that are on various surfaces around the house, taking a damp rag and wiping every individual blind in the living windows. gross huh. yeah. maybe just go for a walk around the block but take the other way around or walk on the other sidewalk this time
• after doing something, check on your tomato bowl. there’s probably a buncha water in there that’s been drawn out by the salt. if there isn’t, congratulations on having the most banger tomatoes. regardless, toss out the excess water (or if you wanna be a purist about this, put the tomatoes in a new, dry bowl entirely)
• add, like, a buncha olive oil, some cracked pepper, and two-ish splashes of white wine vinegar. you can figure out the ratios. what’s important is making sure you’re coating all the tomatoes in this fun italian liquid bath
• eat a tomato piece. add salt if it’s a lil too bland, more vinegar if it’s not tangy enough. you know the drill
• after you’re satisfied with the taste, add the tomatoes to a plate with the rest of your breakfast. maybe two fried eggs with a barely set yolk, a generous scoop of rice, half an avocado, and a pink glass of cool water.

there you go, breakfast tomatoes.

FIVE. INCH. INSEAM.

maybe i’ll just fucking eat the fruit flies, huh, how about that

i’m still thinking about this unbelievable chicken

i will say, it’s tough as fuck, super lemon-y, and definitely cooked B~)

i just made the most unbelievable chicken

bro, this is the kind of cooked meat that belongs on a fried meme. it’s almost fully pale barely yellowish and golden from the light frying i did and mostly helped by the butter (shouts to butter)

forcing myself to do something i don’t want to while i’m so angry or sad is also delightfully funny because. like. what, is this raw chicken going to kill me ? because it feels so uughsdghghugghwwegu gross on my hands and fingers and ughghg i gotta cut around the fat and the veiny bits bc i hate hate hate when i bite into them ? is this raw chicken going to murder me ? or what, i forget to wash my hands and the ghost of meaty residuals on my one singular chef’s knife that i currently own is going to somehow give me salmonella ? like, ofc not dude, so i will begrudgingly cook this stupid meat in the worst way possible because i have to !!! no more games, i gotta eat bitch !