The Cuisine of My Homeland
- throws sufficient light into the deep darkness
- took you long enough
- Indeed, the brains of anteaters
- four years later I was born
- I admit, this got me a little teary-eyed
The cuisine of my homeland is most unusual. Indeed, the brains of anteaters are among the less-outrageous staple ingredients. Traditional kitchens are located underground, and slithering down the muddy tunnel entrance took you long enough to work up the necessary appetite. Electricity isn’t allowed, but the bioluminescent fungus throws sufficient light into the deep darkness. Ah, the heady stench of mother’s stew, I hadn’t thought about it in so long. I admit, this got me a little teary-eyed, recounting these details to you. The most important thing to remember when cooking was not to use excessive amounts of wasp venom. Mother ignored this advice once and added three nests’ worth to her cake frosting, and four years later I was born.
This sounds almost as enticing as a grasshopper smoothie!
Almost. I doubt it would win any televised competitive cooking events, though.