Possible improvements to this taco

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I wish this taco 
wasn’t filled with owls
the taste is good
but their texture is foul
and I’ve no idea
what it will do to my bowels
the cook could have at least defeathered them 
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Hypothetical Cuisine

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Now that we have established the lack of wonderment and amazingness to be found in a Twinkie, I feel the need to find something better. Since I suspect that most existing foods already exist, I think I should make new foods. I will not actually prepare and serve them, since that would take away their essential mysteriosity. I will just name them and allow you, the reader, to do what you will. If what you will includes cooking them, tell me how it went and how it tasted.

Cerealoffee

Macadamia Mortuary Surprise

Fire-roasted Lemonade

Lemon/Lime/Lagomorph Loaf

Asparagus-chip cookies

Flourfeast

“Flood-mutton”

Nougurt

Borff

Gluten-free Borff

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The Chain Letter of Doom: The Middle of the End: Part 1

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“Yes Elodie, I shall eat all the pudding,” Rika bellowed in a voice that came from everywhere at once, “Then all the pudding shall eat me. We will be one and we shall rule this planet with our deliciousness. What reason would I have for helping you? Humans have done nothing for me. Chtorgvinektonug was cute and fluffy and has now offered me a lifetime of pudding and a position in his New Earth government as Grand High Wurglefeist in exchange for my help in destroying all that is. Not much of a choice, eh?”

“You can’t do that!” said Elodie, “also, what is a Grand High Wurglefeist?”

“Not sure,” replied everything/Rika, “but it’s grand and high, so it must be important, right? We’ll make the awesomest evil dictatorship ever!”

Elodie thought about this while Rika (who was now approximately barn-sized and bucket-shaped) scooped up and devoured a handful of Cosbywolves.

“Aren’t those your allies? Why do you eat them?” asked Elodie.

“mostly because I want to. They taste like pudding!”

“You’ve become a monster!”

“Hmm. I guess I have. I should go and flatten Tokyo. It’s what we monsters do, eh?”

Bread Pudding 1

Bread Pudding 1 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

And she schlompfed into the distance, due west. Somehow, her steps appeared and sounded laborious and heavy, and yet she was moving at roughly the speed of a tsunami with a full tank of gas and freshly painted red stripes.