gastronomeA Chapter by freelancejouster
"a delight" they said, and by "they" no one really knows, but it sounds good, and we tire of normal food, so "a delight" sounded wonderful.
you see, we'd tasted criadillas when we visited Spain and sampled casu marzu in Venice. in Indonesia we had durians, just to say we'd tried it and we snacked on Dragon in the Flame of Desire, balut, and pidan on our way through China. we'd eaten escargot and boulette d'avesnes topped with caviar on a baguette, as well as chouquettes and soupe de poisson and cuisses de grenouille all in Paris, France
some may say we've an odd pallet, and some may say we're disgusting but only the finest for us, we say, (or the things that cost the most)
now at this delightful restuant, we simper and we smile, we ask to meet the cook and he giggled and spilled salt all over us, barely concealing his delight.
he then asked if we'd like to try long pig, said it was the rarest of the rare, said we'd love it, become addicted, and it would make our night.
of course, we salivated then gobbled it right up, nothing was too fine for us, and nothing went uneaten,
and when we asked for the recipe, the chef smiled and said simply, "people."
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4 Reviews Added on March 2, 2012 Last Updated on April 14, 2012 Tags: canabalism, fine food, definition, weird AuthorfreelancejousterWIAbouti'm a muppet with his secrets revealed. i'm a lost teenager. i'm a rugged adventurer. I'm a bumbling novice. i'm an awkward intellectual. i'm a tear-stained lover. i'm a starving artist. i'm an.. more..Writing
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