Is this food?

Handwritten page of a diary dated June 11, 1997

Yeah, I agreed to go to his house, but I sure was wishing he’d invited me to a restaurant instead. I was starved.

I sat on his patio and waited while he changed his clothes. He brought this dish out and set it on the white metal patio table. I smiled, but I was confused. Was it food? I wasn’t sure. When would he have cooked something? And it wasn’t any food I recognized. And he didn’t bring silverware. And there wasn’t any smell to it. Maybe because we were outside.

I was perplexed, so I


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