rispy fluffy white popped kernels pour out of the kettle C
bscene amounts of liquid butter soon flow over the alabaster landscape slightly seasoned with salt O
eleasing that signature smell in the air that screams movie time R
ow for the show that is me consuming of this mountain of magnificence N
runchy chips deliver their payload of salt and carbs C
allying my taste buds into a feeding frenzy R
t becomes an addictive craving that must be met I
oon the bag is consumed, and I look around S
eople at the grocery store are looking at me weirdly P
o what you’re saying is should have waited till I got home? S
pice up your bland world S
llow each day to be tasty A
eave yourself sated with what you experienced L
hen dream about the flavor of tomorrow T
When Glenda put the curse on Bill he just laughed it off. He was doomed to not be able to taste salt, ever. He could put the whole shaker right on his tongue, but nothing would happen.
Bill thought this was the lamest curse, but over time he found himself eating less and less. He didn’t bother going out to dinner anymore. There was never any joy in food. Other tastes faded into monotony.
His life devolved into the blandness he experienced eating. He went to ask forgiveness, but Glenda passed away weeks before.
All he could say was, “Blah.”
Martha smiled as she sipped her margarita. It had just the right amount of sweet and tangy, and the brim had the perfect amount of salt. This all-inclusive resort was amazing.
She looked around the rest of the pool bar area, taking in all the couples slowly drinking their way till dinner and she wondered maybe this wasn’t the place for her.
She then had another margarita and decided it didn’t really matter. Her drink could be her plus one. And if this relationship didn’t last, well there was always the next one.
Luckily the pool caught her all tears.