Sleeping shit

Tonight me and Audrey went to a great Mexican restaurant right in our neighborhood and ate huitlacoche for the first time. When I saw it on the menu, I knew we had to order it, since we had both had intimate encounters with this fungus in the corn fields of Puyricard. It was delicious! I'm now ashamed that at one time I thought this black, sickly, tumor-like growth was a thing to avoid at all costs. Once I broke a piece of huitlacoche off and its juice squirted in my eye. I was horrified that my ocular membrane might be infected with this ugly black fungus! Now I wish that this had happened, so I could harvest a delicious earthy black paste from my eye daily and spread it on a warm corn tortilla. Mmm... eye fungus.

Say what you will about wikipedia, but going from corn smut to sotolon (a compound found in corn smut) to maple syrup urine disease in three clicks was magical. Pee that smells like maple syrup is no laughing matter mind you. That shit'll fuck you up!