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A baby’s head floating in a tray of slop like it’s the last meal before the apocalypse. It’s a steaky pudding with mushy peas drowned in gravy, and it tastes like regret.
My mum says it’s the only thing that’ll keep me from crying at 3 a. m.
I ate babby’s yed flottin and now I’m questioning my life choices.
This dish is so bad, it’s basically a crime against humanity.