If it Were My Last Meal

My last meal would definitely include pizza. I wish I had made pizza tonight. I can’t remember the last time I had great pizza. Oh, yeah, it was a white pizza with pesto, grilled chicken, and roasted tomatoes.

I’m really not happy writing about food. Why was I put on this Earth? As a human? Nobody told me on that cloud that if I chose to be a human so I could wear cute shoes, that I would need to eat and have enjoyment eating! What was it like back then? Was it even a cloud? It could have been a star. That’s more like it. So, on my star, I could definitely… not see all the people enjoying food, crying, and dying from lack of food, wasted food, burnt food, raw food, dirty food. It’s a world obsessed with it.

And does that mean that the world revolves around humans? What does an ocean crave? Doesn’t the ocean feed off of the animals and sea life living within it? What about the Earth? Does it ingest what lives upon it? I think this might be flawed thinking from the humans. Is it my retrospective thoughts? Living on this Earth, remembering my life before food on my precious star?

“Your questions are burning. So deep, I never thought of it like that. But really, it’s not easy to be thinking of such profound questions when I’m so hungry. Your wit is sharp and your language garlicky, but I’m afraid I have to say no. No, I don’t agree. Now, you may not agree with me, and that’s okay, but what’s not okay is that you were fighting the urge to enjoy your last meal. Don’t tell me you’ve never liked food with its velvety, rich textures and tastes. This is an unreasonable statement on your part.”

Oh, you are asking questions. That’s right, but really, your tactics are slimy and if I were to give them a color, it would be avocado green, not to be confused with split pea soup green, which in and of itself is rather pukey looking. But what we have provided for you is the most delicious pizza, and surely even you can’t deny the aroma of the yeasty crust, the pesto sauce. Ooh, the grilled chicken. You what? You refuse to eat?

“I shall push it back. It’s very possible we can make you eat that, and if you don’t ingest it by mouth, we’ll blenderize it and shoot it into your veins like TPN.”