6

As I approached John's kitchen table carved of oak, smells of rotten dairy lingered in the air. Looking on the table, I saw dry, tough meat as if it were months old. I saw curdled milk that had a yellow layer of film lying on the top. Lastly, I saw green-molded biscuits in the center of the table.

"What do you think?" John asked.

"It looks delicious," I quickly replied with a light smile.

I sat in one of the oversized chairs surrounding the table. Slowly, I cut the steak with my rusted utensils. It was as hard as a rock! I continually cut until I had my first bit of steak. I opened my mouth, and I chewed. The meat was like sandpaper, scraping my tongue, and it had no flavor. It seemed like it took hours to chew the dry,flavorless piece of meat; however, I finally swallowed it, feeling it slide down my esophagus.

I decided to comfort the meat down with a splash of milk. As I raised my glass, the smell of rotten month-old milk creeped into my nose. Despite the smell, I decided to drink the spoiled drink anyway. The first thing I tasted was foam, foam that had been sitting on top of this milk for months and months on end. Thick chunks of cream came next. The tase was undescribable, it tasted like vomit in thick chunks. I lightly gagged on the rest of the milk and swallowed it back down. I slowly slid my drink to the center of the table.

Lastly, the biscuits sat in the middle of the table. I reached for the one that looked somewhat sanitary, I realized that all of them were covered in green mold and a thick white liquid. I grabbed one at random and pulled it to my mouth. I opened my jaw and slid the entire biscuit into my mouth, eager to get the meal done with. Soggy, green mold had been mixed with white honey that tasted like spinach. I chewed over and over until it remained a thick green slime. I swallowed the entire spit-covered slime. It was the most foul thing I had ever tasted.

John's voice broke the silence, "How did you like it?"

With a stomach churn, I replied, "It wasn't that bad."