I nodded and she made me a heaping plate of the deep-fried seagull droppings… it looked like it smelled but I’d long since learned that 90% of the stuff Micah makes looks like crap but tastes like heaven! She piled the plate so full that even though I hadn’t ate in two days, there was no way I could have eaten all of it, but I tried my best mostly to make her happy.
About halfway through the plate of food she held something in front of me and said, “Taste.”
It looked like a purple testicle, veins and all and I reluctantly opened my mouth as she shoved the whole thing in.
It tasted like a purple testicle too.
When she saw me slowing down, after eating nearly three-quarters of what she’d served me, she took the plate from me and held a bowl of baked apples alamode under my nose.
“Al-bin got room for dessert?” she asked.