1st Place Winner

A vegan on a prowl for something to put in her mouth at the Bite of Seattle. Furthermore something she has never had before. The agony of a growling stomach with so much pressure on.

The sound of veggie piroshky, a Russian pocket sandwich fits my requirements. I approach the booth suspiciously, and ask the foreign accented lady if the piroshky had egg or milk. "What?" "no,no!" She proceeded to hand me a deep fried bun. I handed her five dollars for the strange lump of food.

I was so hungry, I simply took three bites until the warm greasy bread and mushrooms filled my mouth. Chewing that first mouthful was great; I thought I'd found my new cuisine of choice. That was for about sixty seconds.

As I sat nearby the international fountain, mist dampening my face, coke bubbles tingling my throat, and Phoung and Ivy chewing on alligator, I began to feel very sick.
The pirosky's combination of mushy vegetables like mushroom, onions, and peas was gut chumming enough, but the greasy dairy infested bun sent me over the edge. I'm never trusting anyone with an accent with my food needs ever again.
So what did I do with the ounce of remaining puke-inducing Pirosky? Ivy was willing to kill it for me, that is until she tried it for herself.

Hmm… quite the dilemma. Five dollars worth of food wasting away in the mist. What organism on earth would possibly eat a veggie Piroshky? Seagulls. Ivy and I tossed the veggie mess to a group of hungry seagulls. It was all gone within two minutes. I found something that would appreciate Russian cuisine.

By: Chloe V.

 

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