It's not their fault a litter mate booted 'em in the head on their way into the world. They deserve all the scritches —even if they think each one is two.
The irony sickens me. Genuinely. Religion has been a maiming, murdering tool of manipulation since its institutional invention. This is just business as usual for these pathological leeches.
Fuck you, Popie, and the millions of pedos you're hiding under that dress.
Hey, go bold or go tv dinner, for sure. I didn't have a single say in those standards, and I actually appreciate giving the rules the ol' two finger salute often enough.
With genuine respect and kindness: perhaps a quick sear on the shallot (or some similar step, post-confit) could elevate it to the level of its neighbors. Likewise, the stem/vine might feel more relevant if the tomatoes were still reminiscent of their state prior to harvest (ie. still growing on said vine), whereas here they're further from that moment than ever. 🤷🏼♂️🤓🙇🏼♂️
Everything on the plate should be edible, garnish and all. Tomato vines are not, nor the shallot in that uncut state, and neither support the presentation in dynamic, texture, edibility. 🤏🏼🤷🏼♂️
He's that one piglet at feeding time that bumbles about, flopping all over the other squirming, pink spawnlings already clamped onto a teat and cooing, while he bawls and blubbers and complains.
You're a little piggy, KKKash. Assume the position and STFU. Simple as. Bacon doesn't get opinions.
Our savior 🥰🥳🙏🏼