To arrest someone's cardiovascular system, most easily
with food, is through poison, but such is such a feigned
affection--a seduction, a copout for sure--nevertheless,
the most effective means of obtaining superiority in a relationship.
However, the long after is more somber for the affecter
than the steps taken to implement the spuriousness.
Cooking with affection does cause a peculiar manipulation
of ingredients as cheffed by the mere mortal's morbidity
rate, a gastromancy that stirs some spirit with a
mix of profundity and a dash of uncanny, concocting an edible
comprehension, which is preciously proper: a tolerable level
of such that does not raise the pressure or still the heart,
yet oscillates vibratory mood swings.
To cook affective food effectively, lastingly (with
no sugar added), remove the work conceit. Complete the tasks
without editorial whelming over the meal, des(s)erting regrets.
As such will (em)bitter any sweetener.
A compound that
Dulls the senses, yet
Perks the soul:
The strength of weakness,
The flattery in sincerity,
Remorse in the raw,
Coated with a spoonful,
Concealing the medicinal
Lettuce (shredded Romaine)
Greens (Collards tenderly minced, chilled in vinegar)
Yams (dollopped, but first mashed
with lemon juice and raw sugar
Cheese and crackers (stringy blue and stone)