But I need a place where I can shout and weep. I record here the hysteria life causes in me. The overflow of an undisciplined extravagance. To hell with taste and art, with all contractions and polishings. Here I shout, I dance, I weep, I gnash my teeth, I go mad -- all by myself, in bad English, in chaos. It will keep me sane for the world and for art. - anais nin - my goddess
chilli oil with shrimp paste. soy sauce. vinegar. lime juice. honey. coriander or chives. tomato puree. fish sauce.
monkfish kebabs. marinated. grilled on hot coals.
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