He contemplated his plate. Lentils, barley, an obscure Andean grain, stirred with tofu. It tasted like the vacuum of space. “Mmmm-mmm,” he replied. It might have been a moan.
“It promotes a balance between the fungi and yeast in the human gut and bowel.”
His own gut roiled dangerously.
“Everything in it is hand-raised, low-volume organic. You can tell by the taste. Mass-produced food is completely tasteless.”
Truly, it was mouth mush, but he agreed, thinking, oh, for a saltshaker. He took another forkful and admired her chest through the corner of his eye.
Inspired by A Work in Progress for the botany, and Films versus Movies for the relationship. Photo by Commercial Eye.
hilarious... and so true... my spanish teacher took me to her vegan place in barcelona and I paid 3x the normal price for a hamburger of what tasted like maple leafs in yogurt
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