“I am unsure why you would say this, Big John,” Ketil countered. “In this Land of Dream, surely there is a place where one could bake things. Or do ghouls find baked goods unpalatable?”
“Oh, Matey, I may have to consume rotting human flesh to maintain this terrible body, but I still have a great zest for baked goods,” Little John revealed sorrowfully. “I enjoy eatin’ ‘em, but I love the baking even more than the eating. When I was alive, my ideal brine and tupper was a good fresh bit of beef seasoned with savory herbs and accompanied by some lovely roast tatties, onions, and carrots. I’d have a bit of good wine and some of me own fresh-baked bread with butter. Loved it you would have, me buckos. T’ was a warm, crusty loaf which tasted just right with butter or cheese or jam. T’ was fit for a bleedin’ king! But now I’m a living dead thing, and there will be no bakeries or fine simple suppers. T’ is only rotting flesh for the rest of eternity.”
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I find the concept of eternity eating rotting flesh while remembering the taste and smell of fresh baked bread very, very sad...ReplyDelete
Big John sounds like he's missing those foods more than he wants to admit.ReplyDelete
I just love the perspective you bring here. A sad thought, as Elephant's Child says, but at the same time the scene is comical.ReplyDelete
Well at least he has his memories of the good food to think back on!ReplyDelete
I can hear his wistfulness in every word!ReplyDelete
"consume rotting human flesh to maintain this terrible body," ... hmm, not so sure about that ;-)ReplyDelete
What a terrible thing to endure.ReplyDelete
That food sounds delicious. Poor guy.ReplyDelete
Interesting, that he longs for fresh baked bread with beef broth, yet seems to crave and be reviled at rotting flesh.ReplyDelete
I feel bad for him.