It was only afterwards, while eating the left overs with some cabbage that I was somehow overtaken by a force as yet unseen since the days of Dexter chi chi. Meaning, I don't think I've taken this many pictures of something other than my cat. ever.
As I passed my roving camera eye over the peaks and valleys of this burst of crunch and color, I saw every new angle as some beautiful, sick, twisted noodle work of art.
Dirty and pretty.
Plain and glorious. 
Half eaten, half reverred.
Honestly I don't know what came over me.
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