A poor man's delicacy
Has now become one of the most expensive meats on the market
A delicacy
There's nothing that tastes nor feels
Like barbequed eel
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A Destination Needs A Dreamer
Gatlin heard the violin every evening on the commute back from work. Wending between warm rushing bodies on the subway, eyes forward, bag clasped protectively at her side, she drank it in at the same time as she didn't slow. It was probably the best part of her day. The shivering strains crescendoed and collapsed, tugging at something in her core. She'd never seen the violinist, but whoever he was, he was clearly a master, clearly professionally trained. The music always seemed to be coming from somewhere further down the track, around a bend, just out of eyeshot. She'd come to think fancifully that it was something only she could hear. She’d come to think of it as her future, calling.
By Raistlin Allena day ago in Fiction
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It's all about marketing hype I guess. Pizza was once peasant food, I have read.
This is true for so many things.... like Bread. Used to be, the rich ate white and poor ate brown. Now its the other way round 🤔
Your subtitle is so true! My grandma used to say that during her time, seafood were only eaten by the poor. But now almost only the rich can afford it, lol!