Dumped into a boiling pool, they sizzled and tempted the hell out of my hunger. They swirled and twirled as I moved my fork over them. And I waited for the curly-swirly noodles to fall down my throat. I was Maggied at first, more than I was hungry or enchanted or whatever.
No! It wasn’t that early, they had to be cooked, had to be jiggled, had to be tossed and turned before I could slurp the first yummy noodle down my throat to my tummy but as I balanced them and steered clear through my entangled supper, I felt pity for them, possibly because they were shining in their yellow cover and looked absolutely adorable. They felt smooth and soft at the same time.
Connected to the core, and attached to each one of them, I did have to decide. Then my hunger and I made a call, GO FOR THE KILL! Gulp them down, but, go bite by bite. I did find a midway. I didn’t go fast and didn’t go slow either. For the first bite, I held up my platter slightly high, gave them a good look, I twirled few of them, wrapped them on my fork and Ah! Heavenly it was!!
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| Completely noodlized.. |
So, I took my first bite into my hot spicy fest. It was a mix of connect with the noodles and an unemotional desire to eat them all. There was no stopping then. I went slowly at first but as soon as my hunger and my greed to eat them all, took the best of me, it was then when I hurryingly stabbed every other noodle like a brutal carnivore and in few minutes, they were all down my tummy.. and burp!!!! ..was the last thing I did.. To put it all, a Maggied me devoured every noodle that came between me and my hunger.
