I once promised a tale of food and cookery from a far off land, but words fail me when it comes to adventures of the extreme. I should have known it would be this way. The everyday meal has no place in Faerie tales. It’s always mountains of one thing, tiny grasshopper bites of another, hidden obstacles, and unforeseen gifts. Things you thought of before arriving simply vanish in the dust.
The world whispers…eat me, drink me.
Sunrise in Black Rock City is food for the soul.