All the human good bits

 I've never been in a situation where I was so hungry I would have defined it as starving; although, there was this one time I was so hungry I could have eaten a horse and chased the rider, it had been four hours since my last meal, a whole four hours, and I couldn't find a McDonalds that was open. That's just one of the hazards of being in an unfamiliar city I suppose. Anyway, I almost starved to death but just at the last moment Colonel Sanders saved the day - there's few problems a Zinger combo from KFC can't fix. Anyway, I've never been starving to the point of almost dying however I thought I'd have a go at one of the #weekend-engagement topics this week that asks about the choice between cannibalism and death. Death is quite permanent, I've never known anyone to have come back from it, and I get the impression it's lights out when it happens so I think I'd chow down on some poor unsuspecting person should I be faced with death or cannibalism. [Just for the record, I have not had to do this so far and hope I don't have to.] If I was starving and someone said, "hey, here's a human and egg toasted sandwich," it'd be difficult to resist. Sizzling, crispy human thigh, fried egg, toasted bread and maybe some ketchup on as well...sounds pretty good, or would to a starving person I think. I'd give it a go. Should I be starving to death and someone said, "hey, here's a grilled human breast, served with a creamy mushroom sauce, avocado and a side of chargrilled carrot and broccolini," I'd probably think it was my lucky day and get right into it without even caring who's breast it was...hopefully the girl in accounting at my office, she has nice boobs. Imagining myself in a survival situation, let's say a lifeboat in the middle of an ocean, and the bloke next to me said, "hey, fancy a human kidney and brain pie with pepper sauce and a side of fries," I'd not think twice, I'd be into it before he finished the sentence. There's also times during the starvation process where a person still wants to follow the fine-dining rules, I'm not a savage after all, and on those occasions I'd start with a soup of celery, potato, chives and human toes then follow up with a salad of crispy human skin and mixed greens topped with fingernail croutons and a French dressing. Afterwards comes the fish course, fisherman fingers with chili aioli, and the main would be a caprese human breast gnocchi, hopefully breasts of the girl from accounting as above. Because I was starving to death I'd still have room for desert which would be ice cream and Jell-O made with human bone marrow and served with fresh seasonal berry fruits. Yum. - - - This image is my own