“So,” said Hidalgo. “I’ve drummoned up a large vessel of dal. How about a nice bowl of it for yourself?”
“How about a nice burger, with several pickles and a spicy barbeque sauce that has atop an onion ring or two.” Responded the person to whom he spoke.
“What then of the dal?” Protested Hidalgo. “I’ve tried several bites – it’s really quite alright.”
“It is unfortunately, homonyminally accursed.” That person stated.
“No – no!” Hidalgo assured him. “There was no corn used, nor byproducts what might be related.”
“This is sarcastic.” Said the person. “Thank you for your imecilic elucidation. The intent, what was meant – it lacks interest. And the name sounds acknowledgement of the same.”
“Oh.” Realized Hidalgo, and he slunk back to the kitchen, bitterly ladling the stew into smaller containers to be stashed deep within the permafrost of the freezer, and the dal was not spoken of, again.
The containers remained put, unlabeled; over time pushed deeper and further from reach, one and a half, finally, fully engulfed in the frost, and never seen thereafter – even when the person sorted through the contents of the appliance, and eliminated the thick layer of slowed water molecules, while Hidalgo was off, afar, observing seal pups on the Canadian shores of the arctic circle. The events set Hidalgo’s hair on fire, and produced a scarring that prevented any future growth.
That was many years ago, and unrelated to these events that follow: The freezer has been functionally inconsiderate on many fronts, one in particular, a previously replaced solenoid that traps the cold air in, designed to snap shut the door that licenses cubes to shoot down the front. The result is periods of frost, which accumulated to such a degree, the shoot completely sealed off – benefitting the preferred temperate control; also, engaging a protracted automatic defrosting, in fits and pops.
It is well known by farmers, the process of upheaval, resulting from the freeze/thaw cycle, and such was the case as the machine purged the flowering crystals to reveal a pot and a half of a substance, not known and unlabeled at that. Beset by curiosity, all day the one half resided in the chamber of warmer cooling, until evening, the slushy slew was tasted, for a clue, yet in such state, its composition remained uncertain, though, now through the exposition, it can now finally be understood why the demand for red chief freezies goes unfulfilled… As there is not likely ever to be one.
However, over a stove lit as brightly as Hidalgo’s head, the flavors and textures revealed into a rich, spiced brew, and the familiar texture dhuli revealed its nature. How this came to arrive in our meager but fortunate home, is unknown, as no recollection, nor recent record exists, but the constructor of such a wonderful, fine stew, most assuredly, must be well revered for yo’s culinary craftsmanship.