I am a monster.
No, I do not “think” I am a monster. I do not “pretend” to be a monster. I am one. And yes, I do consume human flesh, but only because it is a dietary restriction from hell, I assure you. Don’t pretend to be scandalized. It’s not as if humans really care anymore. You should read some of my fanmail. If I could blush, I would.
So join me, gentle readers, and see how it is that something as old as me, as experienced, as presumably wise, could possibly be stupid enough to involve himself in human society. Witness how this humble immortal became befuddled by long silent memories and took a chance on rescuing a boy and his family. Shake your head at my pointlessly dramatic existence. By heaven, I do.
No recipe is successful without proper organization, a plan, adequate substitutions. We all make choices. Some better than others. Some with grim consequences. Welcome to the second volume of my diary and recipe guide. Whether or not you believe in monsters, may you never go hungry.
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About the Author
Simon Alkenmayer is a monster. What kind? The only kind that’s real. Which somewhat complicates any biography. He has lived all over Europe and North America throughout the centuries, dividing his time between making fortunes, telling fortunes, and being a soldier of fortune. Currently settled somewhere in the Pacific Northwest, he owns or invests in everything from scientific research to small local businesses. In addition to running his social media experiment into how humans parse reality from fiction, he collects antiques which he restores, writes recipes that may or may not contain human flesh, and tries to avoid being driven from his home by a mob of angry townspeople. He enjoys engaging with the gentle readers, music, film, fashion, and of course, food.