Here, submissions take us through the poetic subconscious of our fellow eater, admiring the ways in which culinary cognition manifests in our personal and sometimes unrelated affairs. These plated prose demonstrate a sublime use of culinary adjective, bringing the indigestible to the table and tightroping the line between hunger pain and piquant euphoria.
It's like a silent plea from artist to creation when we capture an appetizing scene; it's as if we ask it to hold, remind and revive in us a flavor existing in a fixed reality. A savory sentiment for perpetual dessert.
The first taste of offal, your last day on the line, and that turkey you butchered the first Thanksgivings at your girlfriends house. Stories from the culinary crypt here for your consumption.