Momnesia

Why We Don't Do Restaurant Reviews

A.C. is eating something that looks like a tongue depressor.
"What the hell are you eating?" I ask, horrified.
"It's Soy Joy all natural fruit and soy bar," A.C. replies, with a shrug. I watch her.
"Can you break me off a tiny piece of that?" I ask. I have to know what it tastes like.
She tears off a chunk the size of a matchbox.
"I don't want that big old turd!" I exclaim.
She laughs and throws it at me.
I take a bite...
It's... gritty... and sweeter than I'd have imagined... and not good. Hell, it's not even food.
"Here!" I chirp to A.W. "Try a bite!"
She pops it in her mouth and all but gags. "It tastes like banana-flavored drywall!"