Beginnings are such delicate times...

[jhetley]

I was building a sandwich at my kitchen counter when the demon appeared. Fresh-baked Russian rye -- I enjoy baking bread, the sensual touch of kneading the loaf, the heady aromas of first the damp flour and then the rising yeast and then the baking. Anyway, fresh-baked rye bread just cool enough to slice, parchment-thin Westphalian ham layered with equally-thin Emmenthaler Swiss, stone-ground Raye's honey mustard from a mill about as far east as you can get in the continental US. I'm passionate about good food. It shows on my so-called waistline.
And I glanced up and this golden liquid condensed out of the air next to my kitchen table and took the shape of a man. Demons, angels, spirits, whatever you call them -- they don't waste time with doors. They don't have to.


(Fat Wizard, of course.)

Comments

[sartorias.livejournal.com]

*fainting at the thought of fresh Russian rye*

My own downfall is that I adore rye with unsalted butter on it.

[cinnamonbite.livejournal.com]

Did he smell of mustard? Because a ham sandwich and golden liquid screams mustard to me.

[jhetley.livejournal.com]

Actually, it's an "it." No visible gender. And I hadn't thought of any accompanying smell...

Hmmm.

[green-knight.livejournal.com]

And now I drool...

[quilzas.livejournal.com]

You are making me hungry!