also known whimsically as fairy floss, cotton candy is an amazing food. it is nothing but sugar and food coloring heated in the central compartment of a large tub. it solidifies as it is spun and spit out, and wrapped around a traditional paper cone. a sweet which disappears the moment it touches your tongue and leaves nothing behind but a trace of color and a sticky hand and mouth. a tenuous treat which becomes an instant memory, it seems as if you can never get enough as you indulge. an insatiable satisfaction, a gossamer conundrum, a lie on a stick, most certainly demonic. when your mother warned you about candy from strangers she was most certainly thinking about cotton candy. is it any wonder it is popular at carnivals? the beautiful lights and dizzying colors, the hawkers of illusion and the fantastic, the ethereal music and the promises of youth. alot like life. sweet and confusing, a pleasure and a frustration. beware of people that hand you cotton candy, you could get left holding a sticky cone.
DEMON FOOD
No comments:
Post a Comment