Fieri Frames

[And it would be so fun. And I would make mountains in the sand. And would have so much fun. Eating this fish. Yeah. What are you looking at?]

[Sesame seed oil, a key ingredient. Red chili peppers. And color streamed into a toe of darkness testing the sand. Then we mix it all up. And this is the sauce that we dip this whole thing in.]

[It's funky enough that if you're not a local, and could not stop himself. ...for the sun, the sand, and the taco stand.]

[Yeah, walls of suspicion, spandrels of doubt. Spasms of uncertainty, a world all inside-out. Ubiquitous confusion, heads in the sand. Self-appointed experts making claims they can't defend. Or even understand.]

[Slept again; I dreamt that the grains of sand were three.]

[Half-nibbled pretzel out over the sand.]

[Camel A and B mixed a bit of butter in the sand.]

[Yuki sent her half-nibbled pretzel out over the sand.]

[BECAUSE WE'RE GONNA HAVE LITTLE BITS OF SAND AND SO FORTH, AND WE DON'T WANT ANYTHING GOING THROUGH. JUST IN CASE WE FIND A PEARL. NOW WE'VE GOT SOME BROTH HAPPENING. MMM, IT SMELLS GREAT. SMELLS LIKE THE OCEAN. ADD SOME FRESH GROUND BLACK PEPPER, A FEW BAY LEAVES, FRESH THYME.]

[Image 1: A man in a blue shirt. Caption: Do a little kosher salt.] [Image 2: A man standing in a kitchen. Caption: Like sand through the hourglass.] [Image 3: A sign in front of a building. Caption: Yeah. A little black pepper.] [Image 4: A man wearing a hat. Caption: It's a table grind, so it's nice and fine.] [Image 5: A piece of chocolate cake on a plate. Caption: Some white sugar. Red pepper flake.]

[Image 1: A person holding a piece of cake on a plate. Caption: Street people do street people things.] [Image 2: A person cutting food on a plate. Caption: FOUOD!A!WAY!TO!DISECT!THAT!HIGH!SCHOOM!SAGE.] [Image 3: A man standing in a kitchen. Caption: Choke went to Berlin to have his awakening.] [Image 4: A man standing in a kitchen. Caption: The way you think it is as a kid gives way to difficult but unavoidable days that underline and highlight that you’ve been doing it wrong and for so long you can’t crawl your way back to reasonable you have to swing violently to the other side which as it turns out isn’t violent at all but mild and neutral and bland and pablum and sand for your landing cotton for your tongue.] [Image 5: Guy Fieri looking at the camera. Caption: You never finish anything.]