Oh my brine, salt and vinegar, fermentation, everything makes stinky stuff shine.
All good things in life are fermented, therefore stinky. I like things that are slightly off. Off from the average, off from the predestined path, off from what is taught in society. I like my characters past the expiration date.
Splashed with external liquids, exposed to the environment. Bacteria, in human and cellular form, good and bad, it all adds to the flavour. I have come to provide a space for your mold to grow. Come here, I’ll put you in a jar, sit on my shelf, cozy from the heat of my burner.
Let’s preserve each other, let’s preserve all these aromas that we have collected over time. It’s all just a matter of taste.
Eggs, cucumbers, fish, humans. Let’s go for something strong, spread our fantastic and magnificent odour.
Loved by some, we will take our place. Slightly off, but pickled.