sweet blood pudding cake

she told me how important it was 4 me 2 b pro-life, in between delicate bites of her ostrich burger w/ melted gruyere and organic ketchup. ostrich is leaner and better for the environment, she said.

i sipped a sambuca double espresso.

i was remembering, from when we were kids, the little lamb her family owned. and then 1 night, she was dinner. when she was a child, she had learned how 2 slaughter sheep and chickens and drain their blood. i was squeamish about it, but it didnt stop me from watching. i mentioned the memory, she said, it was soothing for her, an art passed down from generation 2 generation.

i suddenly could taste her grandma's sweet blood pudding cake. when i was a child, it never occurred 2 me that the cake was made from fresh blood & sugar. i always thought, yippee, her grandma made her delicious pudding cake again.