"Ah…"
The first tray of food I uncovered after washing my hands, instead of immediately engaging with her open-book behavior and attitude that practically begged me to read her… held something I didn't expect to get sent back. Let alone cut into small pieces and cooked.
Fried dark and crusted with a peppery spice blend that entered my nose with cayenne and garlic and something I'm pretty sure is cornmeal, the handwritten note on the back of Lunarizon pamphlet paper stock had grabbed my eye with the word [brain] immediately.
[ Mais, don't need no more than cerebrum with what I have here in stock. This rougarou been waitin' to show his skills.
Got told you shot this bear yourself. You a belle fleur farouche, you.
For the new Mama - cerebellum and brainstem, fried Cajun style. A lil' lagniappe.
Source of DHA - and you gonna need it 'cause you gettin' all mixed up in the head - that fog in your brain in new mom is REAL, for true.
