with plenty of spicy morsels for each guest.
A simple recipe, annotated and indexed,
the sublime soul wanes, rude and perplexed.
Eat not the candied outer fragments and brine
for they sour the canals below and sully the mind.
Lavish upon your diners more than just leftovers,
keeping them bound to your cafe of mettle flavor.
And with the last mastication comes an epiphany,
a dessert laced with treasure and hegemony.
The center cut of the soul is the meatiest
and its unrelenting aroma the sweetest.
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