Take the Cannoli

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Note: this didn’t make the cut in the NYC Midnight 100 word microfiction challenge. Let me know what you think.

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The movie Goodfellas ruined me as far as chopping vegetables is concerned. That jail scene where mob boss Paul Cicero slices the garlic cloves? Masterful. I can’t do it any other way now. Of course it’s doubled my food prep time but you can’t rush art. And when I’m in the kitchen that’s what it is: art. I’m hyper vigilant about my process and the final product. The way I sear my meat. How I jerk my pork. Ok, those both sound a bit phallic. Oh, my banana bread…it’s perfect. And asexual if that matters. You gotta try it.