Kristen Balyeat
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Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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Chef's Special. Top Story - October 2023. Content Warning.
Written for Paul's challenge, which you can read about here: ******************************************** The restaurant was quiet, eerily so. After the string of murders occurring in this small podunk town, no one wanted to be out after dusk. "The Meat Mutilator," as they called the killer, was still on the loose and considered armed and very dangerous. Making matters more terrifying, no one had lived to give a description of the cold-blooded killer.
By Kristen Balyeat2 years ago in Horror
Split-Rail Chili
Everyone who knows me is well aware that food is my love language. So, it's no surprise that in times of celebration or hardship, my friends and family offer up delicious homemade delicacies to honor whatever circumstances life has thrown my direction. I have received many gorgeous dishes over the years as a token of love and support: my mama's insane cooking (too many meals to mention); nourishing homemade chicken bone broth from my dear friend, Hannah; my mother-in-law's delicious, gooey cinnamon rolls; and my cousin Joy's authentic Italian Pasta e Fagioli (perfected during her time living in Italy). The mouth-watering list goes on and on. Consistently, the aromas, beautiful textures, colors, flavors, and infusion of love that goes into preparing the dish always warm my soul. It is true for me that when you feed my belly, you feed my heart.
By Kristen Balyeat2 years ago in Feast
