Warning - some readers might find the narrative below somewhat macabre for their taste (no pun intended) and are urged to read the previous post for their (culinary) enjoyment.
After writing about my likes for what constitutes food I thought I'd do the brain stretch for the morning and imagine what we might taste like to an alien form interested in consuming a new find.
Like insects which number in the billions and have yet to make an appearance on the mainstream earth bound dinner plates, the aliens perhaps have been looking into humans as a novelty?
Who knows if unbeknownst to our high tech they have been making regular visits and plucking some of us to suck on or grind or make a new bouillabaisse with? Wonder what their Bourdain equivalent might be showing their kids on TV?
In a galaxy far away children there are these bipeds who do bizarre things all day long. They seem to wander from one point to another and back like clockwork on certain sun cycles and repeat that process often with the aid of colored boxes that they wrap around themselves. They call them cars. Some emit a foul odor as they go (including the car). Perhaps this foul attribute or the movement in a certain pattern make us exotic to them. They choose to explore taste as a matter of the continent they find a specimen. Would a creature from the southern hemisphere taste different than a dude in Alaska? I wonder.
If they decide to ship some of us back to whatever locale in the universe I am guessing it might fetch a good price given all the shipping and handling cost. Would there be an appetite for raw meat? Such meaty questions occupied my morning this weekend.
After writing about my likes for what constitutes food I thought I'd do the brain stretch for the morning and imagine what we might taste like to an alien form interested in consuming a new find.
Like insects which number in the billions and have yet to make an appearance on the mainstream earth bound dinner plates, the aliens perhaps have been looking into humans as a novelty?
Who knows if unbeknownst to our high tech they have been making regular visits and plucking some of us to suck on or grind or make a new bouillabaisse with? Wonder what their Bourdain equivalent might be showing their kids on TV?
In a galaxy far away children there are these bipeds who do bizarre things all day long. They seem to wander from one point to another and back like clockwork on certain sun cycles and repeat that process often with the aid of colored boxes that they wrap around themselves. They call them cars. Some emit a foul odor as they go (including the car). Perhaps this foul attribute or the movement in a certain pattern make us exotic to them. They choose to explore taste as a matter of the continent they find a specimen. Would a creature from the southern hemisphere taste different than a dude in Alaska? I wonder.
If they decide to ship some of us back to whatever locale in the universe I am guessing it might fetch a good price given all the shipping and handling cost. Would there be an appetite for raw meat? Such meaty questions occupied my morning this weekend.
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