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By Dip-Krra Ol. Translated from Glindon by: Nicolás Zadoròv
Humans. Yet another reason to visit the "Milky Way" on your next cycle intermission.
You probably only know it by name, as the nearly 40 light-years separating us from it means investing 5 microcycles to visit isn’t a light decision. Famous for its pink nebulae, its nearly virgin wildlife, Rrryzzz-24, or The Milky Way—as it’s natively called—hides a gem in one of its corners: Terra, or as the natives call it, Earth. Home and sole habitat of the Humans. You’ll be glad to know there is a way to get closer to it right here, within a short transport ride to the city center.
Human Flavors begins with a risky bet. Proposing a matching atmosphere, the gravity is modified, and one seems to float between the various tables in the place—Terra has gravity 20 times less than ours—this is vital for the conservation of the raw material and the correct assimilation of the substances, the reception assistant kindly explained to us.
The interior design features countless souvenirs and references to the history of that endearing place. From pictograms, armor, and holograms, to several artifacts typical of their rudimentary lifestyle. The lighting is dim and intimate, and the rhythmic pulses are fitting for a rendezvous with the most primary senses.
For an appetizer, I requested the house recommendation: pickled central human appendix. The appendix, lightly sautéed in spicy herbs, had a rather elastic consistency and a robust flavor that was impeccably balanced by an exquisite black sauce, which remains a house secret, despite my subtle attempt to discover it with the table assistant.
For the main course, I had to make a difficult decision. The candied ocular organs in a maroon sauce caught my attention, but in the end, I settled on the terrestrial fruit soup. The soup took me home, to my native planet of icy hills, where my primary assistant used to cook high-calorie broths. Aside from the colorful fruits cut into juliennes, the aromatic broth could be perceived long before it reached the table. This, they explained, was a byproduct of the 6-hour slow boil of their very popular shredded ribcage, highlighting the circular use of such exotic meat. As a finishing touch, it had a single meollo of black hair at the bottom of the oval container.
For liquid consumption, they brought me a tall cylindrical container with a yellowish, bubbling content. They explained that the natives ingested it through one of their sphincters, which struck me immensely. The assistant advised me to try drinking it that way. Oh! And an important warning from the house: it contains traces of ethanol, so if I wasn't used to it, I should consume it calmly. It put me in a very good mood.
To top off the night of so many strange flavors, I decided to bring myself back to my comfort zone. I ordered a simple frozen Bíúu Nº5 compound and couldn't help but relate the experience to the legible file of the Qu and their adventures throughout the galaxies.
The renowned Chef Kirrr-Ku´m Plo has done it again. With...
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