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“They dined on mince, and slices of quince,

Which they ate with a runcible spoon;

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,

They danced by the light of the moon,

The moon,

The moon,

They danced by the light of the moon.”

— The Owl and the Pussycat by Edward Lear

VFAQ (Very Frequently Asked Questions):

What the hell is this Runcible Spoon nonsense?

Well, first of all, it’s not nonsense. Or maybe it is. Guess we’ll never know. And secondly, in case you missed the very obvious zine on our homepage, it’s … a zine. Issued quarterly, D.C.-based, guerrilla-style* and FREE. Our mission: Get the D.C. food community talking, spread the love of local, sustainable food, and get our city on the map as a serious food destination. Because seriously, folks: We know you’re more than just a bunch of suits with microwaves.

*Print out the PDF & share the love.

Who the hell are you?

Well, you could be more polite about it, but mainly we are people obsessed with food, with nothing better to do. Malaka dines mostly on quince, wears a suspicious floral hat and has been known to steal eggs from children at Easter egg hunts. Claire, on the other hand, does not believe in the Easter egg, but instead invests faith in reliable analog machinery and quixotic breakfasts. They are both hypocrites because they are anti-technology but have this website. They are also pro-environment, but have a paper zine. So don’t ask them to reconcile that.

How do you reconcile the fact that you’re anti-technology but have a website, and the fact that you’re “pro-environment” (whatever that means), but have a paper zine?

Are you serious?

I’m absolutely dying to know how the hell I can reach you!

Well, that’s not really a question, but our email is precisely this: runciblespoonzine@gmail.com

 

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