A poor man's delicacy
Has now become one of the most expensive meats on the market
A delicacy
There's nothing that tastes nor feels
Like barbequed eel
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Author’s Note The door matters because creativity does not force its way in. It arrives when something in us is willing. Keeping the door open is not about producing more or proving anything. It is about choosing presence over protection, curiosity over control. It is a practice of staying available to what wants to be known, felt, or expressed. There were seasons when closing the door felt safer. And seasons when forgetting it existed cost me more. This manifesto is not a demand—it is an invitation. A reminder that imagination is one of the ways we remain in relationship with ourselves. The door is still here. So am I. — Flower InBloom
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Comments (3)
It's all about marketing hype I guess. Pizza was once peasant food, I have read.
This is true for so many things.... like Bread. Used to be, the rich ate white and poor ate brown. Now its the other way round 🤔
Your subtitle is so true! My grandma used to say that during her time, seafood were only eaten by the poor. But now almost only the rich can afford it, lol!