The thing about human flesh, is that you can almost convince yourself that it isn’t. Sure, when you are eating it raw in bloody bites straight from the torso or the appendage, there is no getting around it. If you are eating it out of necessity, there is typically nothing to justify it in your mind other than the screaming pangs of hunger from your gut, and the weakness in your own limbs. Over the scream of hunger, that soft whisper comes that justifies it. One way or the other, the whisper can seduce almost anyone that it is necessary.
You can fight the whisper for a spell, and maybe even overcome it until you yourself are rescued either by others, or death’s saving embrace. Anyone who gives in to the whisper will inevitably hear it return as a whisper that gradually turns into a scream until they follow its demands. Then after, there is just that cold firm voice of desire. There is no ignoring it. No overcoming it. If they listen when the voice speaks, they will not have to worry about the scream in their head…listen to the voice, eat well, and get a decent night’s sleep.
When you start incorporating it into recipes with other food items? That’s when you know that you can sleep better with yourself at night. Who else, but a well-rested person, can make General Tso’s with a little something extra? Ramen with “beef”. BLT’s. When you grind it up in order to make 5 alarm Chili, or a good old fashioned American cheeseburger with the works…that is the extra effort that comes with a hunger, not stirred by the whisper, but is born of a hunger from the darker regions of the soul…directed with a cold firm voice of desire.
It took me a while to figure out the fine line between lunacy and delicacy, between satiation and gluttony. It took me even less time to determine the best way to hold the knife, to grind the meat, or to which spices work best. The first bite is the hardest. After that, the hardest thing is to figure out where the next bite is going to come from.
