Cooking Prose.

Oh how I enjoy that food of prose. If only I could cook. 

I suppose everyone starts out as a novice, still, its sometimes discouraging. 

I always enjoyed beans and rice growing up and I fear my bland pallet has transferred to my writing. 

Still it’s hard to beat those beans and rice, left overs of course, Microwaved on a paper plate for precisely 34 seconds. 

I’ve attained a level of expertise at warming up bland leftovers to perfection, So perhaps there’s hope for my prose as well.

Do you like it hot? Spicey? filled with flavor? umami? 

Me neither.  Give me a little salt, but don’t overdo it, I wouldn’t want the bland to be overwhelmed.

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