A Reader's Recipe to Proper Hallucination
When I was a small child, full of aspirations, imaginations, and dreams, my *insert relative* would treat me with this recipe. After playing in the fields all day, I would run back inside to our old wooden stove, and take in the fresh, familiar, and crispy aroma of my *inserts relatives* specialty. Everybody’s eyes can’t help but sweep over the precisely cut layers and take in the symmetrical markings. This generational secret not only carries varieties of meanings with every individual one, but it also surpasses all typical size, shape, and time limitations. It has been passed down through our family for generations, along with a little phrase: “Fill your eyes, fill your mind”. After the recent decease of my *insert relative*, I thought there would be no better way to remember *insert relative* than to share this recipe, in hope others find the same comfort and reminder of home that we do. Please help us continue this generational tradition. A Reader's Recipe to Proper Halluci