So this chapter was certainly… an
experience, huh? The audacity to
ask the dude you’re eating what their life was like. Truly, just incredible. And then the fucking cognac fountain
So here’s a fun fact. I know someone who knows a lot about cooking and food prep, and i thought i recognized the leg with the meat wrapped around it, so i asked them how long it takes to prepare saltimbocca, properly, assuming you’re starting from scratch (as you must be, if the person on the table is actually the ingredients you used).
Six.
Months.
Minimum.
So. Either they’ve been a somehow-more-monstrous version of a brain in a jar for the better part of a year, or the author just pulled some random fancy foods and didn’t bother to consider how long it might take to actually prepare them.
I sure do hope it’s the second one
