Sunday, July 16, 2006

Once In My Youth...

I tasted the food of the Gods.


No words can describe it.

To this day it marks me.

Leaving an entire of strata of a cuisine undesirable indeed untouchable to me.

My former mother-in-law, mother of my first wife, had some transdimensional communion in which she channeled the recipe for the very food of the Gods.

I cannot touch anything which calls itself by the same name as it would be a phantom, not even a mere ghost of the one, true epiphany I had.

The food you ask that I may never experience again in this life?

Fried Chicken.

The Colonel? A cruel joke.

Popeye's? A blind man's attempt to describe the stars in the sky.

Church's? Don't even ask.

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