Eat the herring in wine sauce. Eat the herring in cream sauce.
Eat it like it’s your last meal, or your first meal after escaping.
Eat it like the Taco Bell you drove all the way to Chalmette to get after a sloppy whiskey night. Mild or hot sauce? Yes,… please.
Eat it like the can of cat food as you think to yourself, hey, I’ll try anything once.
Eat it like a plate of Indian food and then you bite into one of those awful red hot peppers and you can’t stop the burning with bread or water or anything. Eat it till you can’t taste anything else.
Eat the slippery avocado.
Eat it like a side of sauerkraut that stinks to high heaven, but you can’t imagine not having it on your bratwurst.
Eat it like a pomegranate, a juicy tart crater of seed that stains you and is a pain in the ass to eat.
Eat it with your hands tied behind your back.
Eat it with canker sores on your tongue, a sore throat, a stuffed up nose, a split lip and three new cavities.
Eat the onion and the garlic.
Eat the dark meat and the light meat.
Eat the fatty gristle. The pimply skin.
Eat the headcheese.
Eat it and ask for seconds. And thirds. And ask for extra napkins.
Eat it like steak tartare despite the health warnings against consuming raw meat.
Eat it like a hall full of hungry truckers at a BBQ, fat and molasses dripping off their elbows onto you, the red and white checkered tablecloth.
Eat the raw egg white, slimy and wet.
Lick the oils off the warming cheese. Chew the spongy octopus. Smell the aniseed. Swallow the tapioca. Spit out the fish bones.