also a theory that originated from the candied yams in a wrinkle in time (the dinner that tasted like sand) and connected later to the matrix that is brought to the swift conclusion that it well may be that we live in a simulacrum and in truth all food taste like peach jello, which is why peach jello has that distinctive, artificial and overriding taste of nothing else but itself.
when i am not complaining about julian's backsliding morals or decrying his excitement over papaya we discuss how marshmallow is made. julian refuses to google for this information he says it takes the numinousness out of life, or whatever the noun is. i offered that luminous is to numinous as luminosity might be to numinosity only that's the kind of thinking that lands you up with moose, meese, so we abandonned that train.