![]() Eating him and the taste of his body on her tongue right before she had gulped him down. The hunt, catching the man and explaining that she would eat him with dinner. When she got out of the tub and headed to bed, she fell into a dreamless sleep. Meredith enjoyed the soak in the tub, the white, fluffy bubbles covering everything. He had gone excellantly with the wine she had drank which had gone well with the dinner she had eaten. She had eaten him with much relish, swallowing him whole and listening to his receding scream as he was pushed down her esophaugs. Then he had begged her at least to chew him. Nothing was going to save him from being swallowed alive by her. Couldn't she eat someone else? Meredith smiled and explained that it was too bad. He had gotten on his knees and begged her to spare him. When dinner was ready she sat down and placed her tiny captive on her plate. He had watched from an empty jam jar as Meredith had cooked her dinner, set the table and opened some wine. Too bad for him that he was slated to become a part of her. She had been looking under the couch when she turned and happen to spot the man pressing against the back of the bucket like he wanted to become a part of it. ![]() Meredith had crept right by it without noticing the little fellow until well past him. He had hidden himself in a pail, one of her daughter's playthings that had not been put away. Three weeks ago a nineteen year old man had been running to escape her. Still the glory of the hunt was Meredith's favorite part. ![]() Only contentment.Įach type of man, willing or unwilling, had his charms and each was equally tasty and satisfying when swallowed. She never once felt remorseful at their consumption. Then it would be time for them to become part of her meal. She would make polite conversation with them and even share a few jokes. Sometimes she would dine with them upon her plate as she ate a meal and drank wine. Still others, and these were by far the rarest, were actually willing participants in a meal for her. Others ran and hid themselves, struggled in her grasp and fought her even as she was lifting them to her full, open lips to be swallowed. Some begged on their knees for their lives, pleading and promising all they could think of if she would only spare them. Their reactions to what she did to them were as varied as those she had eaten. Oh my was it a turn on to swallow live something that understood what was happing to him. Despite this, it was fun to hunt them and catch them. Granted no one had ever succeeded in escaping. It was fun to give them what they would consider a sporting chance at escaping her. ![]() Although it was the hunt she savored most. It all depended upon her mood and what, or more accurately, who was available. Sometimes she would eat as few as one a month or even a few months. Sometimes she would eat as many as several a week. Since then she had eaten many men far too many to have kept track. She had started as a young woman, devouring an unsuspecting teenager. Meredith had eaten quite a few men in her time. It was an odd desire she supposed but no less strong despite what society would have no doubt deemed irregular or even criminal. Not to love in the traditional sense anyway. They’re fairly inexpensive and great for baking bread, frozen pizza, and more.It was a funny thing to think. If you don’t own a thermometer, you can usually find them at most supermarkets and houseware stores. Here’s a handy chart with the minimum cooking temperatures for different foods. Since our frozen meals are vegetarian, I use the casserole column and look for an internal temperature of 165° (unless the box states something different). I stick it in a few different spots and especially in the center of the thickest areas. To make sure our food has been cooked entirely (regardless of the type of meal), I like to use a food thermometer. In the discussion section, it’s noted that “Studies indicate that microwaves, air fryers, and toaster ovens inconsistently heat frozen stuffed chicken or frozen raw breaded chicken.” This is another reason why some frozen meals might warn against using anything other than a traditional oven for cooking. In December 2022, the CDC released a report concerning cooking frozen stuffed chicken breasts in appliances other than a conventional oven and how that may be linked to food illnesses.
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