Uncle Delicious

by phill

Gather ’round folks, I’ve just had a Life Experience. And dang was it tasty.

Ever since becoming an uncle, I’ve been contemplating exactly what my role is. There’s this nagging fear that I might turn out to be That Uncle. The one that everyone at a family gathering takes shifts keeping an eye on because he’s not to be alone with the kids. I also don’t want to turn out to be the Asshole Uncle that no-one in the family likes, and everyone wishes would just get the hint and disown himself. These are nagging worries for me, and I’d been thinking hard how I could navigate my way around them.

Tonight, I found the answer.

It came in the form of a hunger after a torturous session of indoor soccer. I was ravenous, consumed with a desire to eat that I imagine only zombies and the willy-wagtails that scavenge around the university are ordinarily privy to. The endorphins must have been kicking in, because as I was preparing my egg-and-toast dinner, I was struck by a feverish, reckless blot of inspiration. I raced to the pantry and discovered the ingredient that had so called to my desire, and slathered it onto the piece of toast before whapping down the egg (sunny side up if you please, and let the egg white stay a bit runny), salting it, and leaning back to examine my handiwork. It was Good, and I give it to you now…

BEHOLD! EGG-AND-PEANUT-BUTTER-TOAST!

IT\'S ALIVE!!!

(and another with egg, vegemite, and tomato sauce)

So you see, I am now the Uncle With The Really Gross Eating Habit. It’s perfect! My Uncle Henk has a taste for triple salted licorice (which my brother has somehow imitated), so I’m essentially inhereting the mantle from him. Of course, I still plan to be the Really Cool Uncle who buys stuff and plays video games and is painfully cool to his niece, but this will do for now.

And I won’t even need to be watched at parties.

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