Abundant in the intermediary garden, shiso; green slicked leaves flipped in one's hand, leaves' backs violet
Visiting Chicago(unashamedly, though tiredly, reminiscing, sadly returning), at friends' in Bucktown I tried gaennip pickled
tasted like a purse, a high-end leather purse(sans the self-entitled bleached-blonde, mourning black tracksuit clad bourgeois bitch wearing it), brocade and braided leather, tobacco, weathered knees
I'd like to pack violet-backed perilla in leftover takeout containers, burp boxes shut, ferment
recipes?
Being gauche rocks, stun the bourgeoisie