Wow. You really are quite the rawpaleo domestic chef goddess.
Amen to that. I can't believe that Inger is human, no matter what she says. She must be either a goddess or angel or some sort of supernatural being.
Here's how I tend to make my raw Paleo meals, LOL:
Take meat or liver or fat out. Slap it on a cutting board. Chop it up. Eat. Grunt satisfaction like a good dumb brute.
Then marvel, befuddled at Inger's artistry and the magical aura that emanates from her images, and get on your knees and worship the incomprehensible goddess you behold, asking her to have mercy and spare your miserable life, crossing yourself several times, muttering incantations, throwing holy water around and offering an animal sacrifice to the goddess Inger.
