Meaty
Irby, Samantha
2018 (2013)
Vintage Books
English
“Back in the olden days when everyone was shouting into Nokia flip phones and scratched-up Razrs and you didn’t have to worry about whether your breakfast would look cute in someone’s feed, when people would come over to my crib (i.e., wake up in my apartment to find themselves disappointed by my lack of coffeemaker or anything resembling a wholesome breakfast food), I would do that thing where I throw a bunch of leftover garbage into however many eggs I could salvage from the dented carton of them chilling in the back of the fridge and bake it in a superhot oven until it sort of resembled a brown egg flatbread, then emerge from the kitchen like “Ta-da!” I am a capable adult-type human.””
Irby, Samantha
2018 (2013)
Vintage Books
English
“Back in the olden days when everyone was shouting into Nokia flip phones and scratched-up Razrs and you didn’t have to worry about whether your breakfast would look cute in someone’s feed, when people would come over to my crib (i.e., wake up in my apartment to find themselves disappointed by my lack of coffeemaker or anything resembling a wholesome breakfast food), I would do that thing where I throw a bunch of leftover garbage into however many eggs I could salvage from the dented carton of them chilling in the back of the fridge and bake it in a superhot oven until it sort of resembled a brown egg flatbread, then emerge from the kitchen like “Ta-da!” I am a capable adult-type human.””
Irby, Samantha
2018 (2013)
Vintage Books
English
“Back in the olden days when everyone was shouting into Nokia flip phones and scratched-up Razrs and you didn’t have to worry about whether your breakfast would look cute in someone’s feed, when people would come over to my crib (i.e., wake up in my apartment to find themselves disappointed by my lack of coffeemaker or anything resembling a wholesome breakfast food), I would do that thing where I throw a bunch of leftover garbage into however many eggs I could salvage from the dented carton of them chilling in the back of the fridge and bake it in a superhot oven until it sort of resembled a brown egg flatbread, then emerge from the kitchen like “Ta-da!” I am a capable adult-type human.””