““Health food ?” Cecile appealed over her shoulder to Palma. “Don’t let them serve me no sick-girl lunch, please. I want pig. I want conch. Fungi. Ackee.” “Good food,” Nilda and Chezia were saying, hustling Cecile on to give the lovers space. “I don’t favor plant-life sandwiches with cobwebs. Palma, direct us to the place of the serioso chefs.””
— from The Salt Eaters by Toni Cade Bambara (via ahistoryofanxietyandanxietyand)










