:: Vile bile ::

Sunday, February 09, 2003

Burritohelle day 3: the miracle of digesting solid foods.

My god... what is this? Cous cous? And what do I spy here? Chicken adobo! And over here? Spinach with chick peas and feta. A veritable smorgasbord of culinary hedonism!

And you're telling me that if I choose to ingest these items, they will be processed by my gastro-intestinal system slowly, as it extracts vital nutrients? These morsels will not, as I have been lead to believe over the past three days, merely take the time to liquefy as they pass through me, exiting a sparse half hour after entry? And there will be no pain, caustic bloating, or tumultuous, unholy gurgling?

I am wary of your claim, but curiosity alone necessitates that I test its validity. If you are right, I shall be rewarded with a bounty of tasty, stable nourishment. If you are wrong, it will be another day of consumptive upheaval for the likes of me.

Posted by morland @ 02:47 PM

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