Where Food Tastes Better (PEACHCRATE)

"I don't eat worms, grandpa."

Grandpa yanked the ladle out of a steaming pot of glush and dropped it on the stove. It made a splat on his white t-shirt as it fell. He dug his fingers in a brown paper bag, drawing out a slender, translucent something, and waved it under his granddaughter's nose.

"These are bean sprouts, Missus. And you will eat them."

She vomited theatrically on the counter.

As a young woman, she is full of love, peering into the kitchen through candle flame at a man. He sets food on her placemat. 

"Do you eat worms?" 

The End

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