The soul of a being is not just a product of the heart, but also a product of the stomach. Or so we've come to understand, after consuming copious amounts of artisanal, small-batch, gluten-free, vegan, non-GMO, free-range egg-laying, happiness-inducing, soul-nourishing, flavor-encapsulating, and generally-overhyped "soul food."
But what does it really mean to be a flavor being? Is it to savor the bitter sweetness of existence, or to succumb to the existential dread of running out of avocado toast? The answer, my friend, lies within the realm of the Quantum Crapotin, where the very fabric of flavor space is woven.
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