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I was perusing the American Section of the

  • I was perusing the American Section of the supermarket. I decided to make a Tootsie Roll casserole with pancake mix dumplings & chocolate sauce gravy. I love ethnic food!
  • I got more & more inspired. A Lasagne desert layered with oreos, marshmellows & cheez wiz. Pork rind M&M snickerdoodles. A gummyworm fishers net with a catch of goldfish crackers
  • A chocolate cake the size of a CRT monitor, smothered in horseradish. Wearable Velveeta cheese food product busts of legendary jazz musicians. My imagination soared beyond food.
  • Soon I was dreaming up magnificent flying machines made of cotton candy, and skyscrapers that could reach outer space, built entirely from Pixi Stix. It would make me rich, if I
  • could just stop eating my creations before I finished them. How could I help myself? The cotton candy helicoptor tasted like raspberries, and the pixi stix skyscraper tasted like
  • fruit punch. The licorice bridge over the chocolate ice cream river carried the Air Head taxi cabs and police cars that tasted like watermelon and sour apple. If I wanted an A+ on
  • my fiscal report, I would have to change my stripes. Be the lizard tiger of the realm. Boarding a wiggle tram I ascended the spiral of squishy stairs to the rampart of destiny, det
  • ermined, I brought forth my scroll to the high hierophant. She adjusted her pince-nez. "Not a great year for corn." "Our quarter was down for sacrifices." I pleaded.
  • "I really wish there was something I could do," the hierophant looked at me, full of longing, "but you know the decree. We require that corn." A scream shot out of the pit, and I
  • , with all the corn I could muster, shouted "That is the pits!" The hierophant lit up in green fire, and with great gratitude, rose into the sun. Then it got brighter and brighter.

1 Comments

  1. lucielucie Jan 13 2015 @ 12:52

    http://foldingstory.com/65bc7/1v7d7p/ This is the real life experience which inspired my fold. And I do like ethnic food - apart from Hungarian lung soup. I still have nightmares about that.

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