It looked kind of like creamed corn.
It looked kind of like creamed corn. It was yellow and mushy but tasted very different. Underneath that layer was the real treasure. Red and tender. There was what I had imagined. And it tasted every bit as sweet as I wanted it to. It was good raw. Later on I took a little bit and cooked it. It was more refined but just as good. I had hoped that doing this once would satisfy me. That it would purge these thoughts from me. Now I just want more.