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[cyan_maid]

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[cyan_maid]

Ooooh goodness. Eurgh. That doesn't sound like my taste at all.

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[samantha_grey]

It's very much a troll taste, and an acquired one. I didn't bother. Too bland for one. Too odd for another.

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[cyan_maid]

Too bland?!

[Jane pales. She's imagining a taste like putrid, hot maggot slices with the texture and consistency of wet bread. How is that bland.]

Oh, goodness...

Video

[samantha_grey]

Well it's actually pretty tasteless. It's just basically kind of a low spiced meat pie of sorts. There's crunchy bits that are weird, but the differences are more in the texture, not the flavor.

But remember, I barely have taste buds, so... I'm not the best gauge there. Don't worry, though. This won't be too strong. Promise. It's mild for me.

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[cyan_maid]

Hmmm...well...alright. So long as you have milk on hand if it's spicy, I'm game.

I should be close, I think...

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[samantha_grey]

The door's unlocked, and don't worry. I wouldn't call this spicy. [Ok, it was a little maybe, but that wasn't really the issue.] I'll see you soon.

[When Jane walked in, there was still a fairly pungent, strong odor, though it wasn't entirely unpleasant. Very earthy and ... southern in style.]

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[cyan_maid]

Thanks!

[Sam should hear the door open when she comes in, and for a moment Jane stands in the threshold, sniffing curiously. She shuts the door behind her and ventures further in.] Sam?

[samantha_grey]

Lock the door behind you. I'm in the kitchen.

[The smells coming from the room is pungent with cooked onions and something else that's a little hard to identify. Samantha's cleaning up in the kitchenette, and it looks like she first stewed something and then fried it. She's got it warming up in a microwave as soon as Jane comes in and looks over to grin at her.]

You're in for a treat today.

[Run.]

[cyan_maid]

[There's a little click - door locked, as requested.

Stewed, then fried - yep, Jane can tell that by scent alone, but it's also nice to see a kitchen in use. She waves amiably to Sam, looking curiously over at the microwave.]

Oh? I wasn't aware that I'd be so lucky!

[samantha_grey]

[She moved out with a plate in hand, setting it out on the counter and putting a small plate in front of herself as well. She motioned towards it while taking a bite and chewing without a shred of difficulty.

The food was chewy, a bit like calamari, with a strong flavor to it. There was a small dish of vinegar and a bottle of hot sauce there, good old fashioned tabasco style pepper sauce. She'd dosed hers heavily, but didn't seem to notice. Grits were alongside them, spicy but not overly so.]

Lucky as all get out. Most people don't get these unless they go looking for them, which is a real shame.

[cyan_maid]

[Jane takes a moment to examine the food on the dish before adding a touch of hot sauce herself, just to see how it is with a kick. The grits are a bit off-putting, but she tries them, too.]

Oh my - so these are grits, right? I haven't had the opportunity to try these or your mystery meal before...very interesting, I must say.

[samantha_grey]

Yeah, they're kind of an acquired taste. Not everyone likes the texture. But this is good old fashioned soul food back home, feel good kind of food. I'm guessing you never had Chittlings before, have you?

[Yes, she was that cruel.]

[cyan_maid]

[Jane pouts, glances up in thought, then shakes her head.] Not that I can recall. At least, nothing like this. Washington isn't known for soul food, per say.

[samantha_grey]

[She laughed and shook her head.] Most people don't bother cooking the intestines unless it's in natural casings for sausage. I prefer frying them myself. Takes a little of the funky out of them, but not too much.

[Congratulations, Jane. You're eating pig intestines.]

1/3

[cyan_maid]

[...

Blank stare at Sam.]

2/3

[cyan_maid]

[Blank stare at the food.

Maybe a soft gagging noise.]

3/3

[cyan_maid]

I-Intestines????

[samantha_grey]

mmm? Well yeah. Why waste perfectly good meat? We're rationing food after all, aren't we? Shame to not eat all the pig. You lose a lot of good meat that way.

[cyan_maid]

[...That would be a very good point if Jane had not just bitten, chewed, and swallowed a mouthful of intestines.

For now, have a very pale, very scrunched expression as she tries to...well, not heave all over the plate at the thought. She doesn't want to be rude.

BUT INTESTINES]

[samantha_grey]

[She just blithely continued on explaining soul food.] Oh, don't give me that look. See, back in the days when Americans kept slaves, they gave them the meat nobody wanted, and waste not, want not, so they figured out ways to cook it up safely and good. It's got a real homey taste. Mom and I used to cook things like this all the time to help costs. Usually had to cook this first, since the other meat kept better.

Don't worry. I cleaned it.

[cyan_maid]

[There's a beat of silence. Jane swallows thickly.]

I - I would assume you cleaned it...

[It's all she can manage to say. The topic of soul food is interesting, yes, but not the prettiest history by a long shot.]

[samantha_grey]

Well of course. Wouldn't be sanitary otherwise, now would it? [She giggled.] But you say that like this is the most disgusting thing you could ever eat. I could have been cooking cow dicks or pig's brains, you know. [The way she smiled as she took another bite?

She knew how.]

[cyan_maid]

[Jane's face turns the slightest tint of green.]

BLUH!! Please don't!!!!!

[samantha_grey]

Awww, come on. It'd put hair on your chest. Cholesterol from the pig's brains might kill ya, but it's a good death if you cook it right.

[cyan_maid]

I really don't need any hair on my chest, but thank you.