#gorgonkin

[kinfoodie]

Hey! I love your blog, and I wanted to know if you have any recipe ideas for Gorgonkin? I don't like super spicy foods, but mild spice is okay! I'm looking for more savoury dishes, especially if they're eaten hot/warm. I like Asian food, but I don't really have a preference one way or another what cuisine you serve me. The only dietary restriction is that I'm allergic to oranges! Thank you soooo much in advance. <3

Heya!

Yes of course! Sorry for the wait~ I did a mix of greek recipes and asian food (since you said you liked those) and avoided oranges and overly spicy flavors :)

https://www.themediterraneandish.com/chicken-gyro-recipe/

https://www.recipetineats.com/greek-lemon-potatoes/

https://www.themediterraneandish.com/spanakopita-recipe-greek-spinach-pie/

https://www.recipetineats.com/moussaka-greek-eggplant-beef-bake/

https://www.marilenaskitchen.com/2017/11/02/traditional-greek-bean-soup/

https://www.bowlofdelicious.com/greek-lentil-soup-faki/

https://www.justonecookbook.com/homemade-chashu-miso-ramen/

https://www.maangchi.com/recipe/kare-bokkeumbap

https://www.maangchi.com/recipe/jaengban-jjajangmyeon

https://www.maangchi.com/recipe/baechujeon

There ya go! I hope you enjoy and if not let me know and hopefully I can refill the request again! :) Cheers and happy eating~ <3

[of-the-wide-briny-sea]

Kneeling at a child's headstone is the worst. Partially because that particular cemetery is more a forgetting place than a resting place, not allowing real flowers or incense.

And partially because I remember holding the half-lithified cold corpse of a child in my hands, mission successful.

Beautiful, disgusting, and yet so remorseless.

I don't know this child, but they died young and were buried alone. So I bend my head and say a few words, entrust them to the dark, wish healing on their family, and crack open my heart. I never, never want to feel strong when faced with a little round-skulled corpse.

Never again.

If I say it loud enough, it might drown out the quiet where my bleeding heart should be.

[of-the-wide-briny-sea]

Wax museums, music stores, knife shops.

I like to watch the cloudy sky, butt perched on a pallet of stone slabs, and listen to the music playing endlessly in my brain.

Even out here, I fiddle idly with a canister of pepper spray.

[of-the-wide-briny-sea]

Breathe.

I sigh through my teeth and press my thumbprint to my laptop, prod my glasses into place. Starbucks is alive with noise but quiet, and in my periphery strangers hunch like gargoyles over their own private business. It’s habit to run my tongue over my teeth when I set myself to focussing, and this little glass dimensional portal requires such attention.

I consider it, lidless and apathetic as a knife.

I’m not suited to the underground, this go around. I have the freedom to move, to grow, no longer a bonsai tree of a person, no longer someone else’s gun.

But I’ve sent in a thousand requests to be someone else’s dishrag, grocery bag, kitchen spatula, and been found wanting.

I don’t know what to make of that.

The ghost of a ribbon-flicker tongue in my ear, my fingers pause over a pet store application.

Fangs I do not own flex in and out.

If ever there was an ironic way to apply myself....

[of-the-wide-briny-sea]

How to soothe this particular gorgon

Electric blankets, statue gardens, cemeteries, abandoned buildings, sea caves, covered mirrors, pools of sunlight, the dusty old genealogy section of the library, scale patterned clothing, snake earrings, shooting pistols at the range, cold meat, bloodstains, the sound of bones breaking, dress shirts and slacks, long-nailed manicures, visiting the reptile house, singing lullabies.

[of-the-wide-briny-sea]

Devils and angels and dragons and wolves, and then the folks like me sipping tea in the corner wondering idly if any of your kith and kind are out there in the mire.

I cover the mirrors and pull back my hair, listening to the rasp of reptiles as I soak in the last bits of daylight.

[of-the-wide-briny-sea]

That moment when your snake-shaped ear cuff feels like it’s biting you, which means you should probably take it off now.

Except you don’t.