"This is likely a bad idea, but hell. . .why not?" she thought to herself as she picked up the tiny dessert fork and dipped down into the pillowy white layer of the Pepto Bismol slice of. . .
Well she wasn't sure what. It looked like a dessert, but serrated like tin - hot pink and puffy cloud tin on a darkly colored crust - maybe chocolate? licorice?
But she doubted even this as she signed up for the Expect the Unexpected exhibit hall on her Vegan Safari. A trip she planned over a year ago when her then passion was tofu scrambles and "I-can't-believe-it's-not-meat" burgers.
Turned out to be a phase - as they always turned out to be.
They being her bright ideas of the moment: her this-will-change-everything-and-fill-the-hole-inside schemes which undoubtedly led her to places - figuratively and literally - like this. . .
A Vegan Safari in the Expect the Unexpected exhibit about to eat something entitled "Martian Sky-High" made with absolutely no sugar, no dairy, no fat, but obviously a lot of pink dye (beet juice?) and what she imagined might be mung bean paste (as the epitaph read, "It's high because its protein content is through the roof!") whipped to the frenzy before her via blending.
"Very bad idea," she chided herself as with one fluid motion she placed the concoction in her mouth and promptly spit it into her napkin, "I'm going to find some Edwards."
- writing workshop, February 2025
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