Gavin Frogsdale 🍓 🌸 🌷 🌱 🐣 🦋

We're all riding our own horse. He/Him.

[Gavin Frogsdale 🍓 🌸 🌷 🌱 🐣 🦋 @RhoneIver]

@ProdigyNelson Tracy Morgan's joke

[GG @dialGG]

sorry for the coastal elite tweet but I’m dying at knicks having fucking wu tang clan as their half time entertainment and San Antonio having some bullshit called the Volta crew

[Asad🗽🍎 @AsadFromNYC]

“Some things can only be seen through eyes that are crying” is such a bar, man 😭

[Rupali Chadha, M.D.🩺 @RupaliChadhaMD]

Ok this is cute.

[Gavin Frogsdale 🍓 🌸 🌷 🌱 🐣 🦋 @RhoneIver]

It was a garden the whole time. The eye must be trained.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. A breakfast counter. The waitress recommended the biscuits and gravy, and when the plate arrived, I thought something had gone wrong in the kitchen.

I say this with shame. The dish looked like a construction site after rain. Pale mounds. Gray ladle-fall. Speckles I could not identify.

In my land, the eye eats first. A meal is arranged like a garden. This meal was arranged like weather.

"Is it… finished?" I asked, carefully.

"Honey, that's what it looks like."

The man beside me was already eating his. He did not look up. "Just try it."

I am a man who has charged hillsides at dawn. I raised the fork. I tried it.

I must now formally apologize to the biscuits, the gravy, the waitress, the kitchen, and the entire breakfast tradition of the American South.

It was magnificent. Warm. Peppered. The biscuit drank the gravy the way a field drinks rain — THAT is why it is shaped like that, you fool — and every mound I had insulted was a soft fold of comfort that my homeland, in eight hundred years, never once thought to invent.

"Well?" the waitress asked.

"I judged it," I confessed. "By its appearance. I am ashamed."

"Everybody does, hon."

Everybody does. A national dish that forgives you for doubting it. It expects the doubt. It waits for you on the other side of it.

Do not judge the gravy by its face. Judge yourself, for hesitating.

I order it every Saturday now. I no longer see the construction site. I see only the garden.

It was a garden the whole time. The eye must be trained.

[Gavin Frogsdale 🍓 🌸 🌷 🌱 🐣 🦋 @RhoneIver]

this is so beautiful

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.

Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.

I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."

"They just come with the table, man."

They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.

This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.

I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.

"Did we…?"

"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."

Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.

My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."

Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.

I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.

Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.

I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.

Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.

[cowboy online @SensitiveManlet]

“Scones and mushrooms”? The Germans arent flying overhead anymore son. Let Uncle Sam teach you how to eat

[Devon Hardware’s Wife @thatfrood]

i like how for a certain set of millennial women “go piss girl” has become an automatic polite social response in the vein of saying “bless you” but for peeing

[jbolina jolie @pastapilled]

deleting pics of lovers but never of that doner I had in Berlin 3 years ago

[Gavin Frogsdale 🍓 🌸 🌷 🌱 🐣 🦋 @RhoneIver]

she really sells the whole ending

[Cyril 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿⚽️ @CyrilH44]

The actress who played the news reporter in the final act of Disclosure Day knocked it out of the fucking park

[alex @steven_lebron]

visiting the shaolin monks then losing the wu tang game in historical fashion is crazy storytelling

[Gavin Frogsdale 🍓 🌸 🌷 🌱 🐣 🦋 @RhoneIver]

new guy just dropped

[Reuters @Reuters]

🦛 The Berlin Zoo announced the name of its newborn pygmy hippopotamus — a rare mammal native to West Africa: Broetchen, which is German for ‘bread roll’

[Gavin Frogsdale 🍓 🌸 🌷 🌱 🐣 🦋 @RhoneIver]

@norabird Colin Jost owns them too

[Gavin Frogsdale 🍓 🌸 🌷 🌱 🐣 🦋 @RhoneIver]

@mertonesque @TheGayChingy this is so dumb. it's perfect

[amanda @jailedamanda]

Actually laughed out loud I fear

[one dozen rats at a keyboard @PanasonicDX4500]

Knicks fans, be honest, going 4-1 with a loss in the Trump game would be funnier than getting the sweep.

[UltraNosk @UltraNosk]

Mulan for Americans

[respectful huff @alexqarbuckle]

My mayor Muslim
My bagel Jewish
My cream cheese chive
Knicks in five

[David Moscrop @David_Moscrop]

This has existed for many, many years, it’s called graduate school.